Nadia Sonnenfeld has one job: put people back together before they're supposed to die.
She runs a private recovery room for men who can't go to hospitals. She gets paid in cash. She doesn't ask questions. She doesn't keep patients longer than a week.
Then a nineteen-year-old art student gets shot through the shoulder in the bakery Nadia uses as a front-shot by her own uncle.
Nadia takes her home.
Nine weeks. One surgery. One open door that Elise refuses to walk out of.
And a family that is now looking for a witness, a surgeon, and an answer to a question Nadia has avoided her whole career:
What do you do when the patient is the only person you'd bleed for?
