My Mother's Killer Came to Me for Surgery

Summary

This year, as the country's leading neurosurgeon, I was invited to perform a high-profile specialist surgery at a hospital in another state.

Twenty years ago, I stood in this very operating room.

My mother suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and the surgeon's hand slipped by less than a quarter of an inch.

She died.

Back then, it was my first love, Ethan Lancaster, who helped me through the grief.

Only later did I learn the truth.

The surgeon listed on the case was Ethan's father, the hospital's renowned Chief of Neurosurgery.