I was twenty-six when Avery entered my life, still new enough to overnight emergency room shifts that I believed exhaustion was the hardest part of medicine. I thought I had already seen the worst of human pain—car crashes, overdoses, sudden deaths that arrived too fast to prepare for.
But nothing in my training prepared me for a child who arrived not only injured by tragedy, but completely alone in the world. That night, when the ambulance doors opened, everything I thought I understood about emotional distance began to collapse.
Two covered bodies were brought in first, followed by a small girl who looked far too still for her age. She was holding a stuffed rabbit so tightly her…
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