He finally looked up, and I rubbed his hand gently. "I am sorry. But..."

"It wasn't my fault?" He cut in, his voice trembling, barely above a whisper.

Of course, it wasn't.

I nodded, reassuring him with a soft look that he was not supposed to keep punishing himself for things beyond his control. "You clearly weren't, love. I'm sure you did everything you could. If there had been a way to save her, you would have found it."

"I could have," he said quietly. "God knows, for my daughter, I would have abandoned even my patients. I would have risked losing everything if it meant saving my precious little...