As A Nurse I Was Assigned To Treat The Woman Who Made My Teenage Years Miserable

to come out.

Then a voice came from behind me.

“That won’t be necessary.”

I turned so quickly the discharge packet nearly flew out of my hands.

Dr. Stevens was standing in the doorway with the stillness of someone who has been in a position for a while and is now ready for what comes next.

Margaret’s expression shifted toward recovery. “Doctor, I was just—”

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