Mother
“This will be the last one for the day”, the surgeon informed his assistant. “Your first implant removal, right?”
The assistant, a teenage boy, nods as he finishes scrubbing the metal surface of the industrial kitchen island at the center of the derelict restaurant. The surgeon trades out his latex gloves and places his apron in the dish sanitizer at the corner of the room, procuring another apron from a hook nearby.
