The Surgeon's Revenge From Shadow to Spotlight

In my eighth year as Adrian Henson's assistant, I found the notebook he never let out of his sight.

The pages meant for complex case notes were filled with nothing but fawning over that useless junior.

[Lily's hands shook during her first suture today—like a startled rabbit. Adorable.]

[I saved that mitral valve repair for her to practice. She failed, cried, and it broke my heart.]

[Skipped that craniotomy to spend Lily's birthday with her. Boring case anyway.]

I stared at those words. My blood ran cold.

The "boring case" he'd skipped—that patient was my father.