“It’s my way of saying thank you for making these last few months a little brighter.” “But… thank you for what?” Carla asked, still grappling with the emotions swirling around them. “I’m just doing my job.” He gave a small shrug, his frail shoulders rising slowly as he looked down at his trembling hands.
“Maybe. But you’ve given me something I thought I’d lost—hope.” The words hung in the air, heavy and poignant. Carla opened her mouth to respond, but the weight of the moment made speech impossible.