Exhausted from the emotionally turbulent night, Stacy's shift ended at dawn. Her eyes were swollen and red, bearing the physical remnants of the emotional turmoil she had experienced. She needed to calm her self down
Despite the weariness, she felt a sense of relief knowing the little girl was safe in the nurse's care. She had even taken a moment to apologize to the child, though she understood she wasn't at fault.
As Stacy approached the hospital gate to leave, the security guard summoned her attention, informing her about a flask of hot porridge sent to her that morning, delivered without a name or address.
Not inclined to probe into the mysterious gesture, Stacy accepted the flask, intending to move away quietly. She had have enough since last night it was really hell for her
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