From Bromley to Whiteburg, the flight took two hours.

Chelsea slept the entire way. Everyone knew that Dr. Grace needed to conserve energy before surgery, so no one dared to disturb her.

By the time the plane landed, it was already late at night.

Chelsea stepped out of the airport with her medical team, still groggy from sleep. She yawned with every step, walking with a lazy, cat-like gait.

Patrick had been waiting at the exit for a while. Watching his little sister drowsily shuffle toward him, he couldn’t help but record a video and send it to their family group chat, “The World Is Big, but Our Little Sister...