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Engines started one by one, a low rumble in the evening air.
As we drove away, I glanced back at the hospital entrance.
The nurse still stood under the awning, watching.
Inside the van, Mr. Hale drifted toward sleep beneath the blanket.
Streetlights stretched across the wet road ahead.
I focused on driving.
Some debts aren’t written down.
You simply carry them until the moment comes to repay them.
I do not look back after the hotel vanishes behind the bend of the coastal road. The Gulf Shores night slides past the …
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