Even though Lena and I had been friends forever, this was the first time I’d heard her talk about a childbirth case-especially one with such a heartbreaking ending. Hearing her recount it left this heavy, sinking feeling in my chest.

It made sense now why she avoided talking about work. But still, imagining what that family was going through-losing both the mom and the baby-was gut-wrenching.

Even so, it wasn’t Lena’s fault. I knew her too well. She respected life in a way most people didn’t. If there was even the tiniest chance to save someone, she’d fight for it.

“So, what you’re saying is the surgeon didn’t screw up?” I asked.

“Exactly,” Lena said, sighing. “But that doesn’t matter. Someone died, and the family can’t accept it. They keep saying everything was fine until she came here-like it’s our fault she’s gone.” Her voice wavered, frustration and sadness written all over her face. I’d read about situations like this. These so-called “medical disputes” could ruin careers.

“Dr. Dale’s already suspended, under investigation,” Lena said with a heavy sigh. “Even if they clear her, her reputation’s trashed. She’s done.”

I could see the guilt all over her face. If Lena hadn’t switched shifts, Dr. Dale wouldn’t have been on duty. None of this would’ve touched her. “No one could’ve seen this coming,” I said, trying to make her feel better.