The First Cut
The room was too white. Too still.
Nora Keane stood motionless in the hallway of Westbridge Medical, her footsteps absorbed by the sterilized floor. Years ago, this place had taken her sister. Her light. Her childhood.
Lily had only been ten. Misdiagnosed. Ignored. Failed. By the time anyone paid attention, it was no longer about healing—it was about hiding what had been missed.
Nora hadn't even been there. She was halfway across the world, saving strangers while her sister died in silence.
Now, she was back.
New name. Impeccable credentials. A spotless record.
But her heart still beat with the memory of everything they had buried.
She reached into her coat and brushed her fingers against the folded photograph she carried everywhere. Her voice was barely a whisper.
"You wanted justice. I'll give it to you."
And with that, Dr. Nora Keane stepped through the doors of the hospital that never realized it had created the one person who would bring it to its knees.