Chapter 12 - The More We Rebuilt the Research, the More We Realized the Children Had Been the Ones Who Taught Us What Medicine Should BeYears passed.
Luca's arm healed.
There was a scar.
He hated it at first.
Then he decided it made him look like an action hero.
The other children recovered too.
Some returned to families.
Some stayed in foster care.
We funded permanent homes for them.
Vincent changed.
He sold the criminal businesses.
He kept the legitimate shipping company.
He gave millions to medical charities.
He visited hospitals.
He learned every child's name.
The man people once feared became the father who sat beside every sick child during treatment.
I became head of the new pediatric research center.
My mother had wanted to create medicine that saved children.
Now her dream existed.
Luca visited my office one afternoon.
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Can I work here when I'm older?”
I smiled.
“Why?”
“I want to be a doctor.”
I laughed.
“Where did you get that idea?”
He shrugged.
“You.”
I hugged him.
“Then I'll be your first patient.”
“You're not allowed to get sick.”
“I'll try.”
He smiled.
Then he ran out.
I watched him disappear down the hallway.
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The little boy who had once been dying beneath a filthy cast was now running.
That was enough.
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