![]() ![]() He told me knowing nothing was safest for me-and he said this in a quiet, accented voice that only made me curious to know more about him. ![]() The moment he was sewed up, he made for the door. He said nothing, refused to even hear my name. ![]() Being a nurse, I couldn’t help taking over. Instead, I found a man in my kitchen, using my sewing kit to suture a glancing gunshot wound to his ribcage. What happened? I came home late one night after a hellish shift in the ER, ready for a glass of wine and some mindless TV before bed. I wouldn’t even classify what happened as meeting him, but it was enough, apparently, to warrant my involvement in a mess far beyond anything I could even imagine. I’m no stranger to ugly sights, but I keep all that locked away in a tiny dark little box where it’ll never affect my baby girl. An ER nurse just barely scraping by, working sixty-plus hours a week to make ends meet. I’m a thirty-nine year old single mother to a sweet little blond seven year old girl. ![]()
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