Nina's surgery lasted a full five hours.I stayed outside the OR the entire time, eyes glued to the door, praying over and over in my heart.As evening approached, the OR doors finally opened. The lead surgeon stepped out, exhaustion written all over his face."Her vital signs are now stable, but she'll need close monitoring," he announced. "The next few days are critical. If she makes it through the danger period safely, she'll be fine."My legs went weak, and my heart, which had been lodged in my throat this whole time, finally settled back into place.Mom came forward and hugged me."Don't worry. She'll be okay," she said, her voice choked with emotion.Seeing this, Dad immediately made a decision. He arranged a private plane to take Nina and me back to Brenlor for recovery. He told me that Brenlor was the safest place with the best medical facilities. No one would be able to hurt her again.Without any hesitation, I nodded.This place was filled with pain, deception, and d
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