"She didn't recover, Mrs. Thorne," Dr. Lawson said grimly. He pointed to the stark white shape on the screen. "This is not a tumor. This is not a biological mass. This is a surgical sponge and a piece of a metal retractor clamp that was left inside your daughter’s abdominal cavity seven years ago."
The room spun. The floor seemed to vanish from beneath my feet. I gasped, bringing a hand to my mouth.
"What?" Maya whimpered, her wide, terrified eyes darting between me and the doctor. "Mom, what is he saying?"