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“Why nursing?”
Sierra lowered her eyes to the coffee.
Nathaniel’s expression shifted immediately.
Not pity.
“She had one nurse,” Sierra continued softly, “who treated her like she mattered. Even when things got bad.”
“I remember thinking… if someone could make people feel less afraid during the worst moments of their lives, maybe that mattered more than anything.”
Money.
Power.
None of it sounded meaningful beside her simple honesty.
Before he could respond, Sierra glanced at the clock.
She hurried toward the elevators.
And quietly added:
“Thank you for the coffee.”
The doors slid shut.
Nathaniel stood there smiling like an idiot.continue reading …
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