where an entire team waited to see what my hands would do.
“Now I go home,” I said. “I have surgery at six a.m. Three-year-old girl, double outlet right ventricle and VSD. Her parents are terrified, but I’ve told them we’ll get through it together.”
“Of course you do,” Marcus muttered with admiration.
“And your family?”
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