“Sheriff Chase, my arm is injured, and it’s uncertain if I’ll ever be able to handle that scalpel again.”
Sheriff Chase quickly set up a video call to get more details about my condition.
“Doctor Lillian, I just spoke with some experts. With the right rehabilitation, you should be able to return to your work.”
“Would you consider going through rehab?”
“Yes, I want to come back!”
Sheriff Chase was overjoyed.
“Great! While you’re recovering, you could review some of our recent challenging cases and offer your insights.”
Over the years, I had given up my career and dreams, holding onto the hope of a warm home with Scott.
But even that small dream was shattered.
Though life had already passed the halfway mark, it was not too late. I still wanted to find that person who once reached for the stars with all their heart.
I dug out my old, carefully kept notes and started revisiting my forensic and anatomy studies. Lost in the work I loved, I felt time flew by.
I barely noticed when Scott came in.
“What are you reading, Lillian?”
I looked up and saw a brief flash of distaste in Scott’s eyes.
Early in our relationship, I had once read through my notes in front of him.