Emma had been assigned to his care not long after the accident. She was new then — quiet, hardworking, the kind of nurse who always stayed past her shift. Over time, caring for Mr. Reed became more than a task. She talked to him softly while changing his IVs, read him the news, even told him stories from her childhood in Ohio.
Sometimes she laughed at herself for it. He can’t hear you, she would think. But deep down, she couldn’t stop believing that maybe he could.
What began as duty had become something far deeper — something she never dared name aloud.
The Morning of Goodbye
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