My parents labeled me a “stu/pid child” simply because I was left-handed. They shouted, punished, and pressured me until I learned to write with my right hand. When a right-handed daughter was born, I was pushed aside—left to fend for myself at just ten years old. Time passed. I survived. I rebuilt everything and believed that part of my life was buried for good. Then, on my sister’s eighteenth birthday, they appeared at my door without shame. What happened next broke something in me forever. To the world, I am Dr. Maya Sterling—Chief of Thoracic Surgery, known for “miracle hands.” But to Silas and Elena Vance, I was never a doctor. I was a flaw.
After they left, I didn’t cry. I went to the records department. Being the Chief of Surgery has its perks. I pulled Bella Vance’s medical file from the system. As I scrolled through the data, my professional curiosity began to override my personal trauma. Stage four renal failure. It was aggressive. But something was wrong….
