Working in the same hospital as my father always felt reassuring. He’d been a nurse for nearly thirty years, known for his calm presence, while I worked in social services supporting patients and families. On rare moments when our paths crossed, we’d share a quick hug in the hallway—a small reminder that we were both okay during long shifts. One afternoon, a newly hired nurse noticed one of those hugs and smiled politely. By the next morning, whispers followed us through the corridors. Somehow, that brief moment had turned into gossip about a secret relationship, spreading faster than either of...
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