A dy:ing millionaire spotted four little street girls shaking in the rain. In a single desperate impulse, he took them in—but when his machines started failing, what they did left even the doctors speechless. Ethan Hayes knew the end was coming. It wasn’t fear, nor the imagination of a bored rich man. It was a confirmed reality—delivered in a luxury clinic in Boston, printed on thick paper that carried a brutal verdict: terminal idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis. The illness was a cruel architect, t