A young doctor wearing a white coat and a calm expression entered the room, a clipboard in her hands. She looked at Luana with sympathy before turning to Marta, who was still quietly crying beside the bed, holding her daughter's hand.

“Are you her mother?” she asked gently.

“Yes, my name is Marta Passos,” she replied, quickly wiping away her tears and trying to regain some composure.

“Mrs. Marta, I'm Dr. Sabrina, and I've been overseeing Luana's care since she arrived. I know you're extremely s