November 9th
The nurse came through the door differently. Ten-fifteen on a Thursday evening, the ward settled into its overnight quiet. Sam came in holding a phone, and the way she was moving told you something before she handed it over.
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The Waiting
Tom Petty had it right, though not for the reasons most people assume. It isn’t patience—patience is something you can summon. The runway is short, the lift-off isn’t yours to control, and somewhere out there is a stranger whose story you will never fully know.
