Chapter 14 - Choosing Family Over Career Dreams
Without waiting for Vance’s reply, I packed my personal items into a cardboard box and walked straight out of the glass office doors.
Security guards watched me leave in stunned silence as I dropped my keycard onto the front reception desk and headed for the elevators.
The moment I stepped outside into the warm Atlanta sunshine, a profound sense of liberation washed over my soul.
I drove straight back to Emory University Hospital, parking in the visitor deck with a renewed sense of purpose and clarity.
When I walked into Mom’s intensive care room, Christopher was sitting beside her bed, holding her fragile hand in his.
“You're back early,” Christopher looked up, noticing the empty cardboard box I had left sitting on the visitor chair.
“I quit my job, Christopher,” I announced softly, pulling up a chair on the opposite side of the hospital bed.
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Christopher smiled warmly, squeezing my hand across the mattress without a single trace of hesitation or judgment.
“Good for you, Claire; family always comes first,” he whispered, leaning over to kiss my forehead.
