Azalea

After a few more minutes, the nurses came to take Amira to the operating room. I kissed her forehead and told her I loved her.

“Thank you,” I said to Adriano as soon as we were alone in the waiting room. I bowed my head low. “Thank you for this miracle.”

“What are you doing?” Adriano asked, his voice sharp with worry. “Don’t bow to me. Please.”

Tears started falling down my face. “I have to thank you,” I sobbed. “You don’t understand. ...