Frank Vance came into the room holding a thin blue chart.

Dr.

Vance held his surgical cap in his hands as he gave me a warm, comforting smile.

“He did incredibly well, Nora,” Dr.

Vance said, checking the digital display on the IV pump.

“The repair took perfectly.”

“Can we go home soon?” Caleb asked, his voice hardly audible over the monitor.

“Not quite yet, buddy,” Dr.