I was a pediatric surgeon. I was scheduled to perform a risky heart surgery on little Owen, six years old.

I was a pediatric surgeon when I met a six-year-old boy with a failing heart. After I saved his life, his parents abandoned him, so my wife and I raised him as our own. Twenty-five years later, he froze in an ER, staring at the stranger who’d saved my wife, recognizing a face he’d tried to forget.