A faint smile touched Margaret's lips, but she remained silent as she began writing out a prescription. "That should do it. Have these filled later. Take one dose in the morning and another at night, and the diarrhea will clear up."
"Alright, thank you, Doctor," the young girl replied, accepting the slip of paper before turning to leave.
As soon as the door closed, Margaret's smile faded.
She had sold the family land back home. The proceeds covered Vincent's funeral, and what remained bought her a mobile phone and a train ticket.
This quiet, unassuming town had welcomed her with open arms.
Its pace was slow, its people genuine.
When she first arrived, the kindly owner of the local clinic took her in, offering her work organizing medicines, updating patient records, and assisting with
