MIra
It had been a week since Irene’s sentencing, and I was back at the hospital.
I wasn’t avoiding it, exactly, but I did take advantage of the “family in hiding” motif and give myself more days to myself than I might usually.
Earlier in my life and in my career, I spent all the time I could in the hospital or a clinic somewhere. I had made friends with a midwife so I could accompany her on house calls to assist in deliveries. I kept myself busy, occupied.
That way I was never alone with my thoughts.
Now, there were so many other things that were pulling me away from that routine.
I enjoyed downtime, reading for pleasure on top of my research. I found more time to run and explore the wooded trails and commune with Nature, searching my spirit for echoes of the wolf that I had lo
