The mother stared in disbelief at the surgeon who had saved her daughter's life.
In tears, she recognised his face: it was the drunk driver who had killed her husband years before.
If she had taken revenge as she had planned, this would not be happening.
A dark figure watched from the shadows.
Like fate, it had offered the grieving woman a choice: save her daughter or avenge her husband.
But you can't change the past.
Still, she marvelled at the intricate knots that life weaves. Though tragedy had torn this family apart, its threads were curiously coming together again through the hands of the man who had caused their loss.
Fate was smiling: its designs often only become clear in retrospect.