Foster care would take her the moment she was cleared.
Something inside me refused to accept that.
I managed to save her.
***
So I started showing up. I can’t explain why, but I felt an instant connection with Lily.
Every morning before rounds and every night after, I checked on her, brought stuffed rabbits from the gift shop, and children’s books I hadn’t read since I was a kid myself. I sat with her while we read them together.
« You know you’re getting attached, Paul, » my colleague, Mark, told me one afternoon, watching me through the recovery ward window.
« I know. »
I started showing up.
« That’s not a bad thing. Just don’t lie to yourself about what you’re doing, » Mark insisted.
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