Working at the same hospital as my father always felt comforting. He had been a nurse there for more than twenty years, known for his calm presence, while I worked in social services supporting patients and families. Our shifts rarely lined up, but when they did, we’d share a quick coffee or a hug in the hallway—small moments that meant a lot. I never imagined one of those hugs would turn into a misunderstanding. After a new nurse saw us embrace, rumors spread quickly. Whispers followed us through the corridors, and coworkers suddenly seemed unsure how to act. Someone had...
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