Winston Mendoza's new life began when he resigned from the department and turned to teaching at the medical school.

He explained that even though he could no longer wield a scalpel, his wealth of knowledge and rich clinical experience could still be passed on to younger generations.

After hearing this, I looked down at my prosthetic limb and sighed softly. It's truly heartbreaking to brush past one's dreams...

A warm, large hand gently ruffled my hair. I looked up and met those eyes that seemed to hide galaxies.

"But Belle..."

At some point, he had stopped calling me by my full name.

"There’s more than one way to achieve your...