You’re a single mom, a nurse who spends more nights caring for strangers than at home with your teenage son, Danny.

But everything shatters the night he’s rushed into your ER; your own boy, pale and broken, silver hair plastered to his forehead, an oxygen mask covering his face as if clinging to each breath is a battle. The doctors say it was a car accident. One moment you were the nurse on duty, the next you were just a mother watching your world collapse.

Hours later, you find yourself frozen at the ICU doorway, staring at him lying unconscious, so fragile under the tangle of tubes and wires. Your son. Your Danny. And for the first time, you wonder if the job that kept you away has cost you the very person you were working so hard for.