—Authorize the payment immediately!
I took a deep breath.
—No.
There was silence.
—What did you say?
—That I will not pay their expenses again.
My father burst out laughing.
—And with what money do you think you can threaten us?
I closed my eyes.
For years I had allowed them to think that I was poor.
Now I no longer cared about correcting them.
—With mine, Dad.
And I hung up.
At nine o'clock at night, Dr. Samuel Reed left the operating room.
I got up so fast that I almost lost my balance.
-My daughter?
The doctor removed his surgical cap.
—The surgery is over. We were able to stabilize the vertebrae and relieve the pressure on the spinal cord.
I felt my legs trembling.
Will he walk again?
His expression turned serious.
—It's still too early to know. The next few hours will be important.
I covered my mouth.
Maya was alive.
For the first time that night, I could breathe.
