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

her voice pleasant. “You know that.”

She sat back, one leg crossing over the other. “I’m giving you a choice. Resign quietly, and this doesn’t have to get complicated.”

I stood there for a moment with the discharge folder in my hands and I thought, methodically, about what this could cost. My mortgage. My son’s college tuition, which I was currently continue reading …