The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

fingerprints circled her wrist.

Someone had wrapped her left shoulder in a temporary sling.

When she saw me, tears finally broke free.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

I reached her bed in two steps.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.”

She buried her face against my jacket.

Her entire body was shaking.

“I tried to leave.”

I stroked her hair.

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