Dr. Nash cleared his throat, trying to regain composure. “We’ll find a way, Mrs. Krell. Don’t lose hope.” Yet, his words were a thin veil over the bleak reality.
Suddenly, Gabriel appeared in the doorway, his expression a mixture of anger and determination. “Excuse me, Doctor,” he interrupted, his voice steady. “I overheard the conversation. I’d like to cover the cost.”
Both Dr. Nash and I were momentarily speechless. It was an improbable offer from a man I barely knew. “Why?” was the question that finally escaped my lips, laden with disbelief and vulnerability.
