“Am I losing my job?” I asked.
“That’s what the review has to determine.”
I handed over my badge.
At home, I finally opened Alicia’s handwritten note.
Her grandmother had left money to both sisters to help them build their futures. Alicia had remembered how I’d worked through medical school and struggled with debt.
You told me how hard you worked. Everyone calls you lucky to be a doctor, but I don’t think they know what it cost.
She continued:
I can’t use my share for the life Grandma wanted me to have. Maybe it can give you some of yours back.
The wedding was something I wanted. This is something I want to give you. You deserve to have a good life, doc.
I felt understood, but her kindness didn’t erase my mistake.
