Chapter 40: The Weight of What Was
I remember him coming home from the library that evening, his eyes wide with surprise, a little spark in his voice. “I met someone today, Mom,” he told me. It was the most unexpected thing. You were in your second year of medical school, and he had only just started his third year. He said you were studying alone at a table, surrounded by piles of books and papers. He’d seen you before but had never really paid much attention. He didn’t think you’d ever notice him, not after the way Celina had made him feel. But that day, as fate would have it, you bumped into him—literally. You’d dropped your notes on the library floor, papers scattered everywhere. Before you could gather them, he was kneeling beside you, helping you collect the mess. You both laughed, and that was the start of ev
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