Olivia swallowed the lump in her throat, thinking about all the times Dr. Wilson had been there—attending her parents' meetings and family activities when her adoptive parents couldn't be bothered.
Olivia stood up and did something she'd never done before—she hugged him. "Thank you," she whispered.
“You’re welcome… Always.” He ruffled her hair, then smiled. "Now, how about we get you some fresh coffee? That one's probably grown mold by now."
Olivia laughed, wiping away tears. “Let's go… This time it's my treat.”
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Olivia had just returned from her coffee break. The first thing that greeted her when she entered the hospital was the commotion in the lobby. Nurses were gathered. She could hear their squeals and giggles while their eyes were fixed on something—or someone—she couldn't see.
