arrogance accompanying him. Despite that, there was something about him that Berkleigh trusted. She'd seen so many doctors in the past year, too many to possibly keep track of, but this one was different. Somehow, some way, the little girl knew this one was going to be the one that would save her life. 

"Hi, sweetheart. My name's Doyle. I'm going to be performing your operation," Grimaldi gave the young, scared girl a genuine smile, one of the few Berkleigh ever got from him in all the time they've been joined at the hip. She could still remember the warm sensation the tears made as they streaked down her round face. 

"Praise God! Oh, baby - it's a miracle!" Berkleigh's mother practically sang out as the news that her little gi...

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