Attitude

Mila

After my shift on Monday, I went back to The Cottage. It had become my safe haven the last while. I liked spending time there because it reminded me of the days when I hadn’t had anything to worry about when my parents had still been there to fend for me and my biggest concern had been that Jerrod would tease me about things I was shy about.

Life had been so much simpler then.

That was in retrospect, of course. Back then, the small problems I missed had been the only problems I’d known so they had felt big. It was only now that I had bigger things to worry about that those problems seemed better.

I guess that would always be that way.

Still, I liked being at The Cottage. It was warm and cozy and smelled like the food of my childhood.

Work had been going well. It was very busy with a lot of new patients who had needed medical attention. There had been so much to focus on. But it hadn’t been enough. Nothing would be enough. My heart was broken, and I needed more.

I knew exactly wha