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\u201cPlease\u2026 save my son.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t scream.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t ask a single question.<\/p>\n
I pulled on my gloves and walked directly into the operating room.<\/p>\n
My mother-in-law had no idea that three weeks earlier, I had already signed documents that were about to change everything.<\/p>\n
And by the time my husband opened his eyes, the life he believed he was protecting had already started falling apart.<\/p>\n
\u201cTreat my son first! The pregnant girl can wait!\u201d<\/p>\n
Teresa shouted in the middle of the emergency room, completely unaware that the bleeding young woman had arrived in the same vehicle as her son.<\/p>\n
Dr. Lucia Herrera looked up for barely a fraction of a second.<\/p>\n
She was sixteen hours into an exhausting shift at a crowded public hospital in Chicago, still dressed in blue scrubs.<\/p>\n
At forty, she was the Chief of Thoracic Surgery, a woman accustomed to making life-or-death decisions while everyone around her was losing control.<\/p>\n
But the patients arriving shortly after midnight were anything but ordinary.<\/p>\n
The first dispatch report had come through just before midnight: a multi-vehicle collision on the Dan Ryan Expressway involving two critically injured patients.<\/p>\n
The first was a twenty-seven-year-old woman, twenty-two weeks pregnant, with dangerously low blood pressure and severe internal bleeding.<\/p>\n
The second was a forty-two-year-old man suffering from major blunt chest trauma and a collapsed lung.<\/p>\n
\u201cPrep OR 1 and OR 2,\u201d Lucia ordered.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet OB\/GYN on the line and order four units of O-negative immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
The first gurney burst through the automatic doors.<\/p>\n
The young woman was deathly pale and struggling to breathe, one hand instinctively protecting her swollen abdomen.<\/p>\n
Her wristband read:<\/p>\n
Valeria Cruz, Age 27.<\/strong><\/p>\n Lucia froze for half a second.<\/p>\n She recognized the name.<\/p>\n Before her mind had time to process what that meant, the second gurney rolled through the doors.<\/p>\n Lucia approached with the trained eye of a trauma surgeon, quickly assessing the man’s condition.<\/p>\n Then she noticed the jagged scar across his right wrist.<\/p>\n The same scar her fingers had traced hundreds of times throughout seven years of marriage.<\/p>\n \u201cMarcus\u2026\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\n It was her husband.<\/p>\n The same man who had walked out of their Lincoln Park apartment that afternoon, kissed her cheek, and claimed he had an urgent dinner meeting with corporate clients.<\/p>\n Lucia didn\u2019t ask why he had been inside a car with Valeria.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t cry.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t hesitate.<\/p>\n \u201cImmediate chest decompression,\u201d she ordered.<\/p>\n \u201cHigh-flow oxygen. Two large-bore IV lines. Dr. Javier takes lead on his stabilization.\u201d<\/p>\n One of the residents stared at her.<\/p>\n \u201cDr. Herrera\u2026 isn\u2019t that your husband?\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia was already moving toward Valeria\u2019s gurney.<\/p>\n \u201cRight now, he is a patient.\u201d<\/p>\n She looked toward the trauma team.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd she is actively bleeding to death.\u201d<\/p>\n That was when Teresa stormed into the ER lobby.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m his mother! Where is he?! I demand to see my son!\u201d<\/p>\n The moment Teresa recognized Lucia in her scrubs, she rushed toward her.<\/p>\n \u201cLucia, thank God! You\u2019re the best surgeon in this hospital. Save him! He\u2019s my only boy!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe is critical, but the trauma team has him stabilized,\u201d Lucia replied calmly.<\/p>\n \u201cThen you operate on him yourself!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere is another patient with a far higher immediate risk of death.\u201d<\/p>\n Teresa spun toward Valeria’s gurney.<\/p>\n \u201cThat girl?!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut Marcus is your husband!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd she is actively bleeding to death.\u201d<\/p>\n Teresa stared at her in disbelief.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you telling me you’re going to abandon my son to operate on some random girl first?\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia held her mother-in-law\u2019s gaze.<\/p>\n \u201cI am telling you that I operate first on the person who will die first if I don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n Overcome with desperation, Teresa dropped to her knees.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m begging you, Lucia! Save him! Don\u2019t take him from me!\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia pulled the older woman back to her feet.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t make promises, Teresa.\u201d<\/p>\n She picked up Valeria\u2019s intake chart.<\/p>\n \u201cI do my job.\u201d<\/p>\n Among the paramedic notes was one handwritten line from the crash scene:<\/p>\n Passenger\/driver accompanying patient at impact: Marcus Salgado.<\/strong><\/p>\n Lucia slowly lowered her gaze toward Valeria\u2019s pregnant belly.<\/p>\n For six months, Marcus had insisted he didn\u2019t want more children, repeatedly telling Lucia they already had their hands full raising Daniela.<\/p>\n And now the pregnant woman fighting for her life was the same woman whose name had appeared on Marcus\u2019s phone three weeks earlier.<\/p>\n What nobody in that hallway knew was that Lucia already understood far more about the affair than Marcus could possibly imagine.<\/p>\n Three weeks before the crash, Lucia had accidentally noticed Marcus\u2019s unlocked phone resting on the marble kitchen counter.<\/p>\n She hadn\u2019t gone looking through it.<\/p>\n One notification had been enough.<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s kicking so much today.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Another followed.<\/p>\n \u201cOnly a few more months until we meet him.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Then:<\/p>\n \u201cI miss you. When are you finally going to tell her the truth?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n The sender was saved simply as Valeria<\/strong>.<\/p>\n Lucia felt something cold fracture inside her chest.<\/p>\n But she didn\u2019t fall apart.<\/p>\n The truth was, her marriage had already been breaking into tiny, silent pieces for years.<\/p>\n Marcus had never hit her.<\/p>\n He rarely yelled.<\/p>\n Instead, he made her invisible.<\/p>\n Whenever colleagues asked what his wife did, he would shrug.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, she works at the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n He never mentioned that Lucia was Chief of Thoracic Surgery.<\/p>\n He never mentioned that she led a department of twenty physicians.<\/p>\n He never mentioned the grant applications she wrote to secure advanced surgical equipment.<\/p>\n At one family dinner, Marcus\u2019s aunt asked condescendingly:<\/p>\n \u201cLucia, dear, are you still working as a general practitioner?\u201d<\/p>\n Before Lucia could answer, Teresa smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cYes. She works constantly. Far too much to be a proper mother, if you ask me.\u201d<\/p>\n Daniela, Lucia\u2019s fourteen-year-old daughter from a previous relationship, immediately spoke from across the table.<\/p>\n \u201cMy mom performs heart and lung surgeries. She saves lives every single day.\u201d<\/p>\n Teresa merely scoffed.<\/p>\n \u201cA real mother knows her primary duty is at home.\u201d<\/p>\n Marcus heard every word.<\/p>\n He said nothing.<\/p>\n Later, he simply patted Lucia\u2019s knee.<\/p>\n \u201cYou know how my mother is. Don\u2019t take it personally.\u201d<\/p>\n But after seven years, everything had become personal.<\/p>\n The final breaking point came when Daniela developed a dangerously high fever while Lucia was trapped in a four-hour emergency surgery.<\/p>\n Marcus was home with her.<\/p>\n Instead of taking Daniela to urgent care, he let her suffer for hours because:<\/p>\n \u201cLucia will know what to do when she gets home.\u201d<\/p>\n Daniela eventually had to be hospitalized with severe pneumonia.<\/p>\n Marcus\u2019s explanation was simple.<\/p>\n \u201cI just figured you\u2019d handle it when you got home.\u201d<\/p>\n That was the night Lucia accepted the truth.<\/p>\n Marcus didn\u2019t see her as a partner.<\/p>\n He saw her as someone who would always be there to clean up whatever he neglected.<\/p>\n Still, she remained a little longer while quietly preparing her exit.<\/p>\n Then came Valeria.<\/p>\n The day after seeing those messages, Lucia retained a family-law attorney.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t create a scene.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t confront Marcus.<\/p>\n She gathered financial statements, property documents, and records connected to the condo they had purchased together.<\/p>\n Then she signed the divorce petition.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you certain about this, Dr. Herrera?\u201d her attorney asked.<\/p>\n \u201cCompletely.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDoes he know?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019ll know when the time is right.\u201d<\/p>\n For three weeks, they continued living under the same roof.<\/p>\n Marcus came home late.<\/p>\n Lucia continued performing surgeries.<\/p>\n And Marcus remained completely unaware that his marriage was already over.<\/p>\n So when Marcus and Valeria were brought into her emergency room together, Lucia didn\u2019t experience the shock of discovering the affair.<\/p>\n She simply discovered how far his deception had gone.<\/p>\n Back in the hallway, Teresa continued pressuring her.<\/p>\n \u201cLucia, please! That girl can wait ten minutes while you check on Marcus!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, she can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMarcus is your family!\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia turned toward her.<\/p>\n \u201cInternal bleeding doesn\u2019t check last names, Teresa.\u201d<\/p>\n At that moment, Dr. Natalia Ortega hurried from the trauma bay carrying Valeria\u2019s ultrasound scans.<\/p>\n \u201cThe fetus has a stable heart rate, but the mother\u2019s blood pressure is dropping rapidly. If we don’t operate immediately, we could lose both of them.\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cPrep OR 1.\u201d<\/p>\n Teresa grabbed Lucia\u2019s sleeve one final time.<\/p>\n \u201cWho is that girl to Marcus? Why was he in her car?\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia stopped.<\/p>\n For the first time, Teresa looked genuinely afraid of the answer.<\/p>\n \u201cAsk your son when he wakes up.\u201d<\/p>\n Then Lucia pushed through the doors of OR 1.<\/p>\n On the operating table lay the woman who had been sleeping with her husband\u2014the woman carrying his child.<\/p>\n And Lucia was the one holding the scalpel.<\/p>\n Valeria\u2019s surgery lasted two hours and eighteen minutes.<\/p>\n She had suffered a severe splenic rupture and internal bleeding that had driven her blood pressure dangerously low.<\/p>\n While Dr. Ortega monitored the fetus, Lucia worked with precise concentration, controlling the bleeding and completing the necessary surgery.<\/p>\n \u201cFetal heart rate is holding steady at 145,\u201d Dr. Ortega announced.<\/p>\n \u201cKeep monitoring,\u201d Lucia replied.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t think about Marcus.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t think about the messages on his phone.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t think about the nights he had come home smelling of unfamiliar perfume.<\/p>\n On an operating table, there were no wives, mistresses, or betrayals.<\/p>\n There was only a patient whose life depended on the people in the room.<\/p>\n Finally, the bleeding was under control.<\/p>\n \u201cBlood pressure is climbing. 110 over 70.\u201d<\/p>\n Dr. Ortega checked the monitor again.<\/p>\n \u201cBaby is fine. We have a stable heartbeat.\u201d<\/p>\n For the first time in more than two hours, Lucia allowed herself to breathe.<\/p>\n \u201cTransfer her to the surgical ICU. Strict high-risk obstetrical monitoring.\u201d<\/p>\n She removed her gloves.<\/p>\n In the operating room next door, Dr. Javier Mendez was finishing Marcus\u2019s procedure.<\/p>\n The chest tube had been inserted successfully.<\/p>\n His collapsed lung had re-expanded.<\/p>\n His oxygen saturation had returned to normal.<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s going to make a full recovery,\u201d Javier told Lucia.<\/p>\n Lucia nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n Javier studied her face.<\/p>\n \u201cLucia\u2026 are you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n It took her several seconds to answer.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m doing my job.\u201d<\/p>\n When Lucia entered the family waiting area, Teresa and her husband, Arthur, immediately stood.<\/p>\n \u201cMarcus? How is my boy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe is stable and out of danger.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd the woman in the other vehicle?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe survived her surgery as well.\u201d<\/p>\n Teresa\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd the baby?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe pregnancy remains intact.\u201d<\/p>\n The relief vanished from Teresa\u2019s face.<\/p>\n \u201cSo\u2026 you knew who she was.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBefore tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n Teresa immediately became defensive.<\/p>\n \u201cLucia, my son almost died tonight. This is hardly the time for some jealous tantrum.\u201d<\/p>\n Arthur slowly turned toward his wife.<\/p>\n \u201cTeresa\u2026 shut your mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n Teresa stared at him in shock.<\/p>\n Lucia remained calm.<\/p>\n \u201cI have no intention of throwing a tantrum.\u201d<\/p>\n She reached into her coat pocket and removed a folded document.<\/p>\n \u201cI filed for divorce three weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n Teresa\u2019s eyes widened.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMarcus hasn\u2019t been served yet. His attorneys were delaying the process. But the papers will reach his hospital room soon.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou just saved his life!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOne has nothing to do with the other.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe is your husband!\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cTonight, he was my patient.\u201d<\/p>\n She looked directly at Teresa.<\/p>\n \u201cAs a physician, I did everything required of me to preserve his life.\u201d<\/p>\n Her voice remained steady.<\/p>\n \u201cBut when he walks out of this hospital, he remains the man who cheated on me for months and got another woman pregnant while coming home to my bed every night.\u201d<\/p>\n Teresa turned toward Arthur.<\/p>\n \u201cSay something!\u201d<\/p>\n Arthur looked down at the divorce papers.<\/p>\n Then he looked at Lucia.<\/p>\n \u201cI only have one thing to say.\u201d<\/p>\n He offered his hand.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you for saving my son\u2019s life, Dr. Herrera.\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia shook it.<\/p>\n \u201cI was doing my job.\u201d<\/p>\n An hour later, Lucia entered the ICU.<\/p>\n Marcus was beginning to wake.<\/p>\n His eyes slowly opened.<\/p>\n \u201cLuci\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow is your pain level, Marcus?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy chest hurts\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s expected. We\u2019ll reassess the chest tube tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n Marcus looked around.<\/p>\n \u201cDid you operate on me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDr. Mendez performed your procedure. I managed your trauma intake.\u201d<\/p>\n He swallowed.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd Valeria?\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia looked directly at him.<\/p>\n There it was.<\/p>\n The confirmation.<\/p>\n Not \u201cWho was in the car?\u201d<\/p>\n Not \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n Just Valeria.<\/p>\n \u201cShe is stable.\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia paused.<\/p>\n \u201cThe baby is fine too.\u201d<\/p>\n Marcus closed his eyes in relief.<\/p>\n \u201cLucia\u2026 let me explain.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s no need.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, there is\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor you, maybe.\u201d<\/p>\n She closed his chart.<\/p>\n \u201cFor me, the explanation is irrelevant.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou will be served with divorce papers by the end of the week.\u201d<\/p>\n Marcus stared at her.<\/p>\n \u201cYou already filed?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThree weeks before your accident.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo you knew?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at her in disbelief.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you still saved her? You saved our baby?\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia\u2019s expression didn\u2019t change.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m a surgeon, Marcus.\u201d<\/p>\n She spoke quietly.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did you think I was going to do? Let a mother and child die because you betrayed me?\u201d<\/p>\n Marcus lowered his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI should hope not.\u201d<\/p>\n As Lucia turned toward the door, Marcus called after her.<\/p>\n \u201cCan we talk when I\u2019m discharged?\u201d<\/p>\n She stopped.<\/p>\n \u201cWe can talk through our lawyers about the division of property.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs that all we are now?\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia looked back.<\/p>\n \u201cThat is all that\u2019s left.\u201d<\/p>\n Four weeks later, Marcus and Lucia met at her attorney\u2019s office in downtown Chicago to finalize their settlement.<\/p>\n Their Lincoln Park condo had been purchased during the marriage, making it joint property.<\/p>\n Lucia\u2019s original proposal was straightforward.<\/p>\n Marcus could buy out her fifty percent share, or they could sell the property and divide the proceeds.<\/p>\n But Marcus\u2019s attorney placed a different agreement on the table.<\/p>\n Marcus had voluntarily surrendered his entire equity share in the condo.<\/p>\n He was transferring it into Daniela\u2019s educational trust.<\/p>\n Lucia stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cDaniela isn\u2019t your biological daughter, Marcus.\u201d<\/p>\n She paused.<\/p>\n \u201cYou have no legal obligation to provide her with housing or assets.\u201d<\/p>\n Marcus looked thinner than he had before the accident.<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n He took a breath.<\/p>\n \u201cBut I spent seven years pretending to be her father while completely failing to see what you both actually needed.\u201d<\/p>\n He signed the agreement.<\/p>\n \u201cConsider it the absolute minimum I owe her for being absent even when I was sitting in the same room.\u201d<\/p>\n After the meeting, Marcus caught up with Lucia outside the building.<\/p>\n \u201cLucia, wait.\u201d<\/p>\n She turned.<\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know saying I\u2019m sorry doesn\u2019t fix anything.\u201d<\/p>\n She said nothing.<\/p>\n \u201cFor years, I told myself you didn\u2019t need me. You were the brilliant surgeon, the strong one, the person who handled every crisis.\u201d<\/p>\n His voice weakened.<\/p>\n \u201cI used that as an excuse to check out and look for validation somewhere else.\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia listened.<\/p>\n \u201cI woke up in that ICU realizing I survived because of the very profession I spent years dismissing.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked down.<\/p>\n \u201cI was an idiot.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat doesn\u2019t change the past, Marcus.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n He paused.<\/p>\n \u201cBut maybe it can change how I act going forward.\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia gave him a small nod.<\/p>\n \u201cI hope it does.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor your daughter\u2019s sake.\u201d<\/p>\n She held out her hand.<\/p>\n \u201cTake care of yourself, Marcus.\u201d<\/p>\n He shook it.<\/p>\n There was no reconciliation.<\/p>\n No dramatic embrace.<\/p>\n No tears.<\/p>\n Just two people acknowledging that a chapter of their lives had ended.<\/p>\n In late April, Dr. Natalia Ortega entered Lucia\u2019s office with a cup of coffee and a warm smile.<\/p>\n \u201cGot some news for you.\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia looked up.<\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s hear it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cValeria Cruz just gave birth.\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia paused.<\/p>\n \u201cThirty-seven weeks. A healthy baby girl. Seven pounds, two ounces.\u201d<\/p>\n A soft smile appeared on Lucia\u2019s face.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s wonderful news.\u201d<\/p>\n Natalia studied her.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you really okay hearing that?\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cNatalia, a healthy baby was born today.\u201d<\/p>\n She smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s always a good thing.\u201d<\/p>\n That evening, Lucia returned home to her Lincoln Park apartment.<\/p>\n Daniela was sitting at the dining table working on a high-school honors essay.<\/p>\n \u201cMom, can you read this?\u201d<\/p>\n She slid the paper across the table.<\/p>\n The title was:<\/p>\n The Definition of Duty: A Profile on the Person I Admire Most<\/strong><\/p>\n Daniela had written the essay about Lucia.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t write about the divorce.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t write about Marcus.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t even write about the accident.<\/p>\n Instead, she wrote about watching her mother come home exhausted after long trauma shifts and still find the energy to help with homework.<\/p>\n She wrote about a doctor who fought through bureaucracy to secure equipment for patients who might never know her name.<\/p>\n The final paragraph read:<\/p>\n \u201cI want to grow up to be someone who never has to feel ashamed of who she was when she had the power to make a choice.<\/p>\n Real strength isn\u2019t about holding onto anger. It\u2019s about doing what is right, even when it\u2019s hard, and having the courage to walk away when your worth is no longer seen.\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia read the words twice.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is beautiful, Daniela.\u201d<\/p>\n Her daughter smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cI learned from the best.\u201d<\/p>\n Lucia pulled her into a hug.<\/p>\n Then she looked through the window at the Chicago skyline glowing against the evening sky.<\/p>\n Marcus was alive.<\/p>\n Valeria was recovering.<\/p>\n A healthy baby girl had entered the world.<\/p>\n And Lucia was standing inside a home that belonged to her and her daughter, finally free from deception.<\/p>\n For years, she had believed being strong meant silently enduring neglect.<\/p>\n Now she understood the truth.<\/p>\n Real strength wasn\u2019t about enduring unfairness.<\/p>\n It was about saving a life when that life was in your hands\u2014<\/p>\n and having the courage to close the door when that person no longer deserved a place in yours.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My Husband Was Rushed Into My ER With His Pregnant Mistress\u2014Then His Mother Begged Me to Save Him \u201cPlease\u2026 save my son.\u201d I didn\u2019t scream. I didn\u2019t ask a single … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":57,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1671","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\nPART 2<\/h2>\n
PART 3<\/h2>\n
PART 4<\/h2>\n
PART 5<\/h2>\n