Jesse’s parents paced anxiously in front of the operating room, their hands clasped together as they prayed silently. Mrs. Hartmann’s lips trembled with every word she whispered under her breath.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the red light glowing above the double doors—the sign that the surgery was still in progress.

"I can’t just stand here," she whispered anxiously. "What if something goes wrong? What if..."

Her husband stopped her gently. "Don’t say that. They’ll be ...