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

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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

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who they choose." She paused, her eyes scanning my

it," I murmured, even though I

smiled knowingly before walking away, leaving me to wrestle with the decision already forming in my mind. I had to try again, no matter how cold Carlos had been. I wouldn't let him shut

and waited, hearing his voice

"Come in."

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 want, Doris?" he asked flatly, barely glancing up from the papers

deep breath. "I

a fit for this. I don't have time to explain it to

voice. "You didn't even listen to what I had to offer. I'm qualified, and I

have." His tone was sharp now colder

narrowing. "This isn't a negotiation,

me,

my mouth to argue, but Carlos raised