As A Nurse I Was Assigned To Treat The Woman Who Made My Teenage Years Miserable

said. And then, with a smile I knew without being able to say I recognized it: “Do I know you?”

My stomach dropped to somewhere considerably below the floor.

“I don’t think so,” I said. I clicked the scanner onto its mount on the wall and kept my eyes on the screen.

I had heard that tone — that pleased, almost lazy note of recognition in the question continue reading …