The hospital smelled like ozone and cheap floor wax, a scent that had become the backdrop of Elena’s life. Through the reinforced glass of the ICU, she watched the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of her mother’s chest. Every breath was a miracle purchased on credit—credit that had finally run out."Million dollars, Elena," the administrator had said that morning, his voice as dry as the paperwork he pushed across the desk. "The cardiac transplant, the post-op, the 24-hour care. We can’t carry the debt anymore."Elena’s reflection in the glass looked like a ghost. At twenty-five, she should have been worrying about career ladders or bad dates. Instead, she was calculating the price of a life. Her father had walked out when she was five, leaving behind nothing but a mountain of bills and a daughter who learned too early that love didn’t put food on the table.When her friend, Sarah, called with the "opportunity," Elena hadn't even hesitated."He’s old, Elena. And he’s... complicated. But
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