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Chapter 18: Redemption As I descended the stairs of the administration building, my stomach growled loudly, reminding me of how long it had been since I last ate. The dayâs activities had taken their toll, and I had been so focused on completing the necessary processes that I had barely noticed my hunger. Now, it hit me with full force.âCould this baby not be a little patient?â I muttered to myself as I rubbed my belly. âWeâre almost done, I promise.âLocating the car park, I walked briskly, scanning the rows of vehicles for the familiar black car. When I spotted it, I knocked gently on the driverâs window to get his attention.The older man quickly rolled down the window, his eyes lighting up with recognition. He stepped out immediately, adjusting his uniform. âOh, maâam, Iâm so sorry I didnât see you approaching. Please forgive me.âI waved off his apology with a tired smile. âItâs okay, really. Iâm the one who should be apologizing. I didnât know the process would take this long.
Chapter 19: A Future ReimaginedI paused mid-bite, the fork still in my hand, as Mr. Harringtonâs words settled in the air between us. My appetite suddenly took a backseat.âNow that the adoption process is finalized,â he said, his voice calm but purposeful, âthe next step is forging your education.âI blinked, unsure Iâd heard him correctly. My education? It felt like a distant dream something I had buried so deep I hadnât dared to unearth it.I lowered the fork onto my plate, the tiramisu I had been enjoying now forgotten. âMy education?â I echoed, barely recognizing the hesitation in my voice.âYes,â he replied, leaning slightly forward. âYouâve worked hard to get where you are, Evelyn. You have too much talent to let it go to waste. Itâs time for you to return to medicine.âThe mention of medicine sent a pang through me. Memories of late nights, scrubs, and sterile hospital halls flooded my mind. There was a time when I had been so sure of my path. I loved being a doctor, helping p
Chapter 20The warm rays of the morning sun seeped through the gaps in my curtains, waking me gently. I stirred, my body still heavy with sleep, but a soft knock at the door brought me fully awake.âCome in,â I called, my voice groggy.Claire entered, her ever-present smile lighting up her face, with a steaming cup of milk tea in her hands. âGood morning, Evelyn. How did you sleep?âI sat up slowly, fluffing the pillows behind me for support. âGood morning, Claire. I slept well, thank you. And you?ââAh, like a rock,â she said with a chuckle, placing the tea on my bedside table. âDrink this before it gets cold. Itâll help wake you up.âI took the cup gratefully, the warmth of it seeping into my hands. The sweet, spicy aroma brought a small smile to my lips. Claire always knew what I needed, even without me saying a word.âThank you, Claire. Youâre a lifesaver,â I said softly before taking a small sip. The creamy tea was perfect, just the way I liked it.Claire gave me a knowing look. â
Chapter 20:Decisions The glow of my laptop screen lit up the dim room as I scrolled through the websites of the schools Mr. Harrington had given me. Beside me, the untouched mug of chamomile tea had gone cold, but I didnât care. My heart was racing, my thoughts tangled with possibilities and uncertainties.Harvard Medical School.I stared at the logo, its bold letters practically daring me to consider it. I clicked through the pages, each one describing a world of opportunity. The research facilities were unmatched, the alumni list was a whoâs who of medical pioneers, and the programs were designed to push the limits of knowledge.Could I do this? Could I walk those halls, sit in those classrooms, and hold my own?A part of me wanted to close the tab with too much pressure, and too much expectation. But another part, the one that had fought so hard to get through med school the first time, refused to look away.I took a deep breath and moved on to the next tab.University of Oxford.T
Chapter 22: A New Light As I walked back to the restaurant, I felt a strange lightness in my chest, like a weight I hadnât realized I was carrying had finally lifted. The decision had been made by Karolinska. The thought of it brought a smile to my face, wide and uncontrollable, as if my happiness had taken on a life of its own.The streetlights blurred in my peripheral vision, and for the first time in a long while, I felt genuinely excited about the future. By the time I reached the restaurant doors, the smile was still there, warm and unshakable.I pushed the door open, the faint clinking of dishes and the low hum of conversation filling the space. Maggie, who was wiping down a table, looked up and froze mid-swipe, her eyes narrowing in mock suspicion.âWell, well, well,â she drawled, setting the cloth down and crossing her arms. âWhatâs got you beaming like that, Summers?I laughed, the sound spilling out so naturally it startled even me. âNo, nothing like that,â I said, shaking m
Chapter 23: A Defining CallThe morning light crept through the curtains, gently pulling me from sleep. For the first time in weeks, I woke up without the weight of indecision pressing down on my chest. There was a sense of clarity, a quiet certainty that today would mark the beginning of something transformative.I stretched, rubbing my growing belly instinctively. The babyâs movements had been a constant reminder of the life growing inside me, a life that deserved nothing but the best.After a quick breakfast, I made my way to the living room where Claire was tidying up. Bennett was out running errands, leaving the house unusually quiet.âMorning,â Claire said, glancing up from her task. âYouâre glowing today. Did you sleep well?âI nodded, smiling faintly. âI did. I think everything is finally falling into place.âShe gave me a knowing look. âMr. Harrington has that effect, doesnât he?âI chuckled softly. âHe does. Itâs like every time Iâm stuck, he steps in and just⌠untangles ever
Chapter 24: Preparing For New Beginnings I woke up to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through my window, the warmth a welcome reminder of the joy Iâd felt last night. Karolinskaâs email. The words still echoed in my mind.âCongratulations.âThe email had marked a turning point proof that I wasnât just surviving but starting to reclaim everything I thought Iâd lost. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, opened the email again, and stared at it, a small smile tugging at my lips.Without wasting time, I forwarded the email to Dad, adding a message filled with excitement:âGood morning, Dad. Look! I got it! Thank you so much for everything. I can't even express how happy and grateful I am right now. đâI hit send, feeling a rush of satisfaction. Moments later, my phone buzzed in my hand. His name flashed on the screen.âGood morning, Dad,â I answered, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.âGood morning, Evelyn,â his voice, as warm and reassuring as ever, carried through
Chapter 25: A Step Toward the FutureThe morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed, my laptop perched on the desk in front of me. Today was the day. The day that could change the trajectory of my life, the day I had been both dreading and anticipating since the moment I received the email from Karolinska.A soft knock sounded on the door, pulling me from my thoughts.âCome in,â I called, my voice trembling just a bit.Claire entered with a bright smile, a tray of breakfast in her hands. âGood morning, Evelyn! I thought you might need a little energy boost before the big moment.âI glanced at the tray of scrambled eggs, toast, and a glass of orange juice. My stomach churned at the thought of eating, but Claireâs smile was too kind to refuse.âThank you, Claire,â I said, taking the tray and setting it on the bedside table.She sat beside me, her gaze scanning my face. âYou look nervous. I donât blame you itâs a big da
Chapter 26: An Evening of AnswersEvelynâs POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains as I stirred awake, the weight of anticipation pressing heavily on my chest. Today could be the day I receive news from the Karolinska Institute. I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs, where the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me.Claire and Bennett were already seated at the breakfast table, their faces lighting up as I entered.âGood morning, Evelyn,â Claire said warmly. âHow are you feeling today?âI sighed, taking a seat beside them. âAnxious, to be honest. I canât stop thinking about the admission decision.âBennett reached across the table, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. âYouâve done everything you can. Trust in your abilities and Mr. Harringtonâs support.âClaire nodded in agreement. âExactly. Mr. Harrington has great faith in you, and so do we. Try to stay positive.âTheir encouragement was comforting, but the uncertainty still gnawed at me. I managed a
Chapter 25: A Step Toward the FutureThe morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed, my laptop perched on the desk in front of me. Today was the day. The day that could change the trajectory of my life, the day I had been both dreading and anticipating since the moment I received the email from Karolinska.A soft knock sounded on the door, pulling me from my thoughts.âCome in,â I called, my voice trembling just a bit.Claire entered with a bright smile, a tray of breakfast in her hands. âGood morning, Evelyn! I thought you might need a little energy boost before the big moment.âI glanced at the tray of scrambled eggs, toast, and a glass of orange juice. My stomach churned at the thought of eating, but Claireâs smile was too kind to refuse.âThank you, Claire,â I said, taking the tray and setting it on the bedside table.She sat beside me, her gaze scanning my face. âYou look nervous. I donât blame you itâs a big da
Chapter 24: Preparing For New Beginnings I woke up to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through my window, the warmth a welcome reminder of the joy Iâd felt last night. Karolinskaâs email. The words still echoed in my mind.âCongratulations.âThe email had marked a turning point proof that I wasnât just surviving but starting to reclaim everything I thought Iâd lost. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, opened the email again, and stared at it, a small smile tugging at my lips.Without wasting time, I forwarded the email to Dad, adding a message filled with excitement:âGood morning, Dad. Look! I got it! Thank you so much for everything. I can't even express how happy and grateful I am right now. đâI hit send, feeling a rush of satisfaction. Moments later, my phone buzzed in my hand. His name flashed on the screen.âGood morning, Dad,â I answered, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.âGood morning, Evelyn,â his voice, as warm and reassuring as ever, carried through
Chapter 23: A Defining CallThe morning light crept through the curtains, gently pulling me from sleep. For the first time in weeks, I woke up without the weight of indecision pressing down on my chest. There was a sense of clarity, a quiet certainty that today would mark the beginning of something transformative.I stretched, rubbing my growing belly instinctively. The babyâs movements had been a constant reminder of the life growing inside me, a life that deserved nothing but the best.After a quick breakfast, I made my way to the living room where Claire was tidying up. Bennett was out running errands, leaving the house unusually quiet.âMorning,â Claire said, glancing up from her task. âYouâre glowing today. Did you sleep well?âI nodded, smiling faintly. âI did. I think everything is finally falling into place.âShe gave me a knowing look. âMr. Harrington has that effect, doesnât he?âI chuckled softly. âHe does. Itâs like every time Iâm stuck, he steps in and just⌠untangles ever
Chapter 22: A New Light As I walked back to the restaurant, I felt a strange lightness in my chest, like a weight I hadnât realized I was carrying had finally lifted. The decision had been made by Karolinska. The thought of it brought a smile to my face, wide and uncontrollable, as if my happiness had taken on a life of its own.The streetlights blurred in my peripheral vision, and for the first time in a long while, I felt genuinely excited about the future. By the time I reached the restaurant doors, the smile was still there, warm and unshakable.I pushed the door open, the faint clinking of dishes and the low hum of conversation filling the space. Maggie, who was wiping down a table, looked up and froze mid-swipe, her eyes narrowing in mock suspicion.âWell, well, well,â she drawled, setting the cloth down and crossing her arms. âWhatâs got you beaming like that, Summers?I laughed, the sound spilling out so naturally it startled even me. âNo, nothing like that,â I said, shaking m
Chapter 20:Decisions The glow of my laptop screen lit up the dim room as I scrolled through the websites of the schools Mr. Harrington had given me. Beside me, the untouched mug of chamomile tea had gone cold, but I didnât care. My heart was racing, my thoughts tangled with possibilities and uncertainties.Harvard Medical School.I stared at the logo, its bold letters practically daring me to consider it. I clicked through the pages, each one describing a world of opportunity. The research facilities were unmatched, the alumni list was a whoâs who of medical pioneers, and the programs were designed to push the limits of knowledge.Could I do this? Could I walk those halls, sit in those classrooms, and hold my own?A part of me wanted to close the tab with too much pressure, and too much expectation. But another part, the one that had fought so hard to get through med school the first time, refused to look away.I took a deep breath and moved on to the next tab.University of Oxford.T
Chapter 20The warm rays of the morning sun seeped through the gaps in my curtains, waking me gently. I stirred, my body still heavy with sleep, but a soft knock at the door brought me fully awake.âCome in,â I called, my voice groggy.Claire entered, her ever-present smile lighting up her face, with a steaming cup of milk tea in her hands. âGood morning, Evelyn. How did you sleep?âI sat up slowly, fluffing the pillows behind me for support. âGood morning, Claire. I slept well, thank you. And you?ââAh, like a rock,â she said with a chuckle, placing the tea on my bedside table. âDrink this before it gets cold. Itâll help wake you up.âI took the cup gratefully, the warmth of it seeping into my hands. The sweet, spicy aroma brought a small smile to my lips. Claire always knew what I needed, even without me saying a word.âThank you, Claire. Youâre a lifesaver,â I said softly before taking a small sip. The creamy tea was perfect, just the way I liked it.Claire gave me a knowing look. â
Chapter 19: A Future ReimaginedI paused mid-bite, the fork still in my hand, as Mr. Harringtonâs words settled in the air between us. My appetite suddenly took a backseat.âNow that the adoption process is finalized,â he said, his voice calm but purposeful, âthe next step is forging your education.âI blinked, unsure Iâd heard him correctly. My education? It felt like a distant dream something I had buried so deep I hadnât dared to unearth it.I lowered the fork onto my plate, the tiramisu I had been enjoying now forgotten. âMy education?â I echoed, barely recognizing the hesitation in my voice.âYes,â he replied, leaning slightly forward. âYouâve worked hard to get where you are, Evelyn. You have too much talent to let it go to waste. Itâs time for you to return to medicine.âThe mention of medicine sent a pang through me. Memories of late nights, scrubs, and sterile hospital halls flooded my mind. There was a time when I had been so sure of my path. I loved being a doctor, helping p
Chapter 18: Redemption As I descended the stairs of the administration building, my stomach growled loudly, reminding me of how long it had been since I last ate. The dayâs activities had taken their toll, and I had been so focused on completing the necessary processes that I had barely noticed my hunger. Now, it hit me with full force.âCould this baby not be a little patient?â I muttered to myself as I rubbed my belly. âWeâre almost done, I promise.âLocating the car park, I walked briskly, scanning the rows of vehicles for the familiar black car. When I spotted it, I knocked gently on the driverâs window to get his attention.The older man quickly rolled down the window, his eyes lighting up with recognition. He stepped out immediately, adjusting his uniform. âOh, maâam, Iâm so sorry I didnât see you approaching. Please forgive me.âI waved off his apology with a tired smile. âItâs okay, really. Iâm the one who should be apologizing. I didnât know the process would take this long.