As the youngest cardiac surgery specialist at the hospital, I was urgently called back from maternity leave.
I was to perform a heart transplant for a big shot's illegitimate son, just over two years old.
When I saw the tiny donated heart, I suddenly felt inexplicably dazed, experiencing an inexplicable palpitation.
Still, relying on my strong professional skills, I successfully completed the surgery.
I unexpectedly overheard my husband chatting with his friend inside.
I stood there, dumbfounded.
That tiny heart from earlier... was it really my daughter's, my baby girl's?