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our shift. I thought. I wasn't so lucky, here I am. A wave of frustration overcame me. The chance of seeing her was slim, and the damn time was consuming me. With a sigh of resignation, I turned my attention back to the list of patients. The devil would have to wait. For now. - Damn it! 3 Amy Kent After 24 exhausting hours in the hospital, the break was more than deserved, by the way. The house was crying out for complete organization, Mercedes, my faithful domestic squire, was unable to come in due to an intestinal virus. I needed to tidy up the house, the clothes needed to be washed, the grocery shopping needed to be done, the list of tasks was long. The week would be spent working alone. - I grumbled. With my mind still foggy from my shift, I started to put the house in order. It was time to take care of myself. Grocery shopping and a run along the beach and, who knows, a good book or a relaxing series later. Life in Los Angeles gave me peace, the chance to leave the past behind, even if only for a few hours. The morning sun promised a warm day in Los Angeles. Since I moved here, running has become my refuge. Breathing in the fresh air, watching the sea move... Activities that connected me with the present distanced me from the painful memories that insisted on haunting me. Moving to the Californian city did me a lot of good. The wounds were still there, but little by little, they were starting to heal, slowly. I needed to move on, that was my mantra. Not that I wasn't doing it, but it required an extra, huge effort. Change my focus, avoid thoughts that tied me to the past. Otherwise, inertia would take over me, leaving me prostrate on the couch, submerged in my own pain. Allowing memories to paralyze me was out of the question. But, first of all, I needed a moment for myself. I got up from the chair on the balcony and headed to my room, after tidying up. I put on my running gear: black leggings, top and tank top, put on my running shoes, tied my long, blonde hair in a ponytail and slathered on sunscreen. I grabbed my bag and placed my sunglasses on the armchair in the corner, ready to face the day, with its challenges and its little joys. Life was a gift, and I was willing to make the most of it. In my white Audi Q3 SUV, I drove through the busy city st