At last, the day of Noah's surgery arrived. I was nervous, I won't deny it, but at the same time hopeful. I felt that Aurora's reappearance was a good omen, that some divine sign from heaven was trying to calm my heart and tell me that everything would be alright.

“Please, Oliver, I want to go with you!” Aurora insisted, but I had spoken with the doctor who was following her pregnancy, and he explained her real condition to me—she had to remain on absolute rest.

“Not at all. You will stay here