“And you’re sure you don’t mind?”
“Amy, for the fifth time, I promise I don’t mind. Now stop arguing with me, get your bag and let’s go home!”
It was the following morning and the phone call from Benjamin’s ward had changed my mind about flying to his bedside. He’d need a ticket to come home and I was certain my credit card would spontaneously combust if …
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