His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter

40

The stories of those parents, their struggles, and their relentless hope had stayed with me, fueling a quiet determination I hadn't felt in a long time.

Each time I thought about them-their children battling rare diseases, fighting for every breath, every day-it reminded me of my own journey when I first participated in those uncertain medical experiments. Back then, I didn't know what the outcome would be. Fear of

But now, seeing the courage of those parents, I realized something important: no one could predict the outcome of a leap of faith. And even though the failure was real, I knew I had to keep moving forward. I had to be part of something that made a difference, no matter how difficult or morally complicated it seemed.

My confusion and frustration over Carlos felt so small in comparison to what these families were going through. Still, the nagging thoughts about him refused to leave me. I tried to focus on the children, on the work that needed to be done, but part of me was still back in the parking lot, replaying that simple nod, those kiss marks, and the way Carlos acted as if nothing had changed.

But for me, everything had changed.

As I stood in the breakroom, lost in thought, my coworker Lily approached me again, this time with a bit more urgency.

"You know Carlos and his team are still looking for volunteers, right?" she said, her voice low as if she were sharing a secret.

My stomach fluttered at the mention of Carlos, but I forced myself to

o stay calm.

a big deal, Doris. The kind of challenge that only a few people could really handle. They're

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choose." She paused, her eyes scanning my face as if gauging my interest, "You

I'll think about it," I murmured, even though

again, no matter how cold Carlos

door and waited, hearing his voice on the

"Come in."

inside, trying to maintain a steady composure. Carlos sat at his desk, his gaze cool as he looked up at me. His face remained unreadable, his demeanor as professional and distant as ever. "What do you

"I want to volunteer

you, you're not a fit for this. I don't have time to explain it

me," I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. "You didn't even listen to what I had to

His tone was sharp now colder than I expected.

eyes narrowing. "This isn't a

me,

argue, but Carlos raised a hand