Jennifer’s POV
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes that morning was the small slip of paper on the nightstand. Folded once, edges rough, and only one word written in his sharp, impatient scrawl.
Thanks.
Nothing else.
I stared at it for a long moment, my lips curling despite myself. Typical Jack. If there were ever an award for the world’s shortest notes, he would win it every time. I pressed the paper lightly between my fingers, resisting the silly urge to tuck it away like a keepsake. Instead, I left it where it was, climbed out of bed, and began the quiet rhythm of the day.
After breakfast, I packed up my things and headed to the hospital. My shift wasn’t particularly hard, but it was constant—checking patients, adjusting IVs, scribbling notes. The steady routine filled me w
