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I couldn't wait to get my hands on her again. I found her near the reception desk, chatting with one of the other nurses. Normally, I'd let her finish her conversation, but today, somet

uch, her focus entirely on her clipboard. "We'll need to transfer the papers. Her name is Teresa Linton. I think she used to live here years ago... Do you recognize the name?" Teresa Linton. My heart jolted at the sound of her name, but I kept my expression neutral, masking the flood of emotions rising inside me. Teresa wasn't just another patient. She was the mother of her. Natalie Linton. The one who got away. The one I'd spent years trying to forget. Teresa had known me well back then-too well. Seeing her again was going to be complicated in ways I wasn't ready to face. "Come with me," I rasped, my voice rougher than I intended. Suddenly, I needed Ruth more than ever. I needed to bury myself in her, to drown out the memo