Chapter 13 - I Returned to the Hospital Where Dominic Nearly Died—And This Time, I Was the One Who Needed SavingA year later, I returned to St. Bartholomew's.
Same emergency room.
Same windows.
Same rain.
I stood in Trauma Two.
Dominic entered.
He looked around.
“You saved me here.”
“I did.”
“You changed my life.”
“You were already changing.”
He shook his head.
“No.”
He looked at me.
“You made me want to live.”
I smiled.
Then he handed me something.
The silver compass.
“I think this belongs to you.”
I took it.
For twenty-one years, that compass had represented a missing father.
A stolen childhood.
A lie.
Now it represented something else.
Home.
I opened it.
Inside was a new engraving.
ELENA — ALWAYS FIND YOUR WAY HOME.
I cried.
Dominic hugged me.
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And for the first time, the emergency room didn't feel like the place where our story began.
It felt like the place where we finally understood it.
