“THE MILLIONAIRE’S DAUGHTER DIED IN HIS ARMS, BUT THE GARDENER’S SON SAW SOMETHING ON THE MONITOR AND STOPPED… The doctor approached the ventilator, his face a mask of professional compassion.

Pip.

For a moment, everyone thought it had been an illusion, an imaginary echo born of pain and despair. The doctor frowned and looked at the monitor intently. The green line remained straight… but just before the absolute silence, a small spike had appeared.

Tiny.

But real.