Jonah's POV"I'm sorry. I'm the one who destroyed what we had with my own hands." Lydia raised her hand and started hitting herself across the face, over and over."I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Jo. I was selfish and ungrateful. Please, just give me one more chance. I want to make it up to you."The last of the evening light slanted through the window and fell across her disheveled figure, and I couldn't help but think of the first time I met her. It had been in a hospital too, in a ward just like this one.Back then, she'd had this brightness in her eyes even as she was staring down the end. That day, she took my hand and said, "Dr. Stratton, it's okay. If you can't save me, it's really okay."I'd just come back from a hospital overseas, still young and brimming with the kind of confidence that came with not knowing any better. I smiled and told her, "No. I'm absolutely certain I can cure you."But Lydia's condition turned out to be nothing like a routine heart case. The critical ale
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