All the people who were dismissed, ignored, or inadequately treated because they didn’t have power or resources or knowledge. The system had failed, Ethan, but he’d survived because I had the expertise and position to force accountability. That wasn’t justice. That was privilege. Real justice would be a system that protected all patients equally, regardless of who their father was.
We weren’t there yet. But every complaint filed, every bad doctor held accountable, every protocol changed, moved us closer. Ethan’s near-death experience had exposed one corrupt physician and forced one hospital to improve its standards. That was something. It wasn’t enough, but it was something, and I was going to keep fighting until the something became everything.
