The black Cayenne tore through the night, its engine roaring as if it, too, were desperate to reach the hospital. The driver gripped the wheel tightly, pushing the car to its absolute limits, while Samuel’s voice cut through the air like a whip.

“Faster,” he commanded impatiently, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“There’s no need to rush,” Nora interjected, her voice calm despite the pallor of her face. “Safety first.” As a doctor, she was ...