For a moment, I hesitated, then gritted my teeth and stepped forward.
“I can help,” I said.
This was my attempt to atone for Julia’s sins.
The situation was urgent, so the hospital fast-tracked my paperwork. There was no time for formalities or even a receipt for the blood transfusion. They whisked me into the procedure room immediately.
After the transfusion, I overheard that the boy’s condition had stabilized. Relieved, I quietly removed the IV needle and slipped out of the hospital without leaving any personal information.
Once I was discharged, I rented a small, inexpensive apartment on the outskirts of the city. My meager salary only allowed for a run-down unit, conveniently located near the very construction site where the accident had occurred.
From my window, I could see that the site had been shut down. Warning fences surrounded the area, and workers were being interrogated. Standing in the center of it all was Albert Kramer himself.
Terrified of being spotted, I stayed holed up in my apartment, refusing to set foot outside.
Julia, however, was the complete opposite.