Maximillian Edwina returned to the hospital with the clothes we needed, her arms full of our wrinkled familiarity from home, and thankfully without her lover boy. Relief washed through the room like steam rising off hot coffee. But of course, getting the clothes was only half the battle.One problem solved. But naturally, another one popped up right after—Where were we supposed to bathe and change? That was the next problem. The hospital bathrooms were either tiny or shared, and frankly, I wasn’t about to ask Priscilla and her daughters to freshen up in some overcrowded, disinfectant-reeking stall. Everyone looked tired, sticky, uncomfortable. I figured I’d try my luck.I slipped away from the group, already running a few lines through my head. Time to charm someone. I’d gotten out of worse situations with a smile and some polite audacity. It was time to put the dimples to work.I spotted a nurse across the corridor, young, round-faced, bright-eyed, and thankfully not too busy. Her
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