My pension hadn’t stretched far enough, so I’d pinned my old nursing badge onto a fresh uniform and gone right back to work at the local hospital. It was the same work I’d done before retiring.
My pension hadn’t stretched far enough.
Funny thing about coming home. Nothing looked the same, but everything felt the same.
I hadn’t married and never had children. There’d been dates over the years, a few kind men, but none of them ever became Thomas.
Thomas. I hadn’t said his name out loud in over 50 years.
Nothing looked the same.
He was my first love, back when we were both 17 and thought forever was a promise you could just make. I chose a college in another city. He chose to stay and work in his father’s business.
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