Ava’s POV
“They need me to treat someone.”
Nobody argued.
The medical bag changed everything.
Morgan pulled the message closer.
“They know what supplies you have?”
“Not exactly.”
“They've watched the clinic,” True said.
“They've watched the team.
"They knew enough to ask whether you could treat children without a hospital.”
Gage folded his arms.
“And now they're specifically telling you to bring medical supplies.”
I stared at the photograph of Dr. Snyder's old bag.
Then at the message underneath it.
You left something behind in Venezuela.
A little boy.
Seven, maybe eight.
Terrified.
Two unfamiliar men.
Dr. Snyder arguing in Spanish.
Why hadn't I remembered him before?
Because Venezuela had been hell.
Hundreds of injured people.
Children crying for parents.
Parents
