The minutes that followed the doctor’s hurried exit were an eternity carved out of pure anticipation. The air in the medical suite, usually so cold and clinical, felt suddenly charged, electrified by Isabella’s awakened presence and her desperate need. I remained by her side, my hand gripping the rail of the bed, feeling the tremor of her body as she struggled to rise, fighting the sedatives still dulling her limbs.

“Vova, please. Are they… are they truly here?” she pleaded, her ...