Sometimes, I caught her touching the edge of a small photograph tucked near the top of the bag. But whenever she noticed me looking, she would close it quickly.
Sarah, another orderly and my closest friend at the home, teased me about Gloria one afternoon in the break room.
“You know she’s basically adopted you, right?” Sarah said. “It’s funny. She transferred here right before you were hired. Almost like she was waiting for you.”
“She’s just lonely,” I said.
Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Daniel, that woman lights up when you walk in. She thinks the sun rises out of your pocket.”
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