Charlie gave the same excuse he always did.He was swamped with work and had overtime meetings.However, it no longer mattered to me.Sarah and I were focused on our plans to study abroad.I was finally leaving this place—the city I’d lived in for over twenty years. I hadn’t expected that my last night here would be spent in a hospital bed.At midnight, Charlie quietly opened the door to my ward.He stepped softly to my bedside, thinking I was asleep, and stood there watching me in silence.Then, in a low, remorseful voice, he said, "I'm sorry, Isabel…"He didn’t move, just stood there, as if hoping I’d open my eyes and say something.I stopped pretending.I opened my eyes and looked at him calmly. "There’s nothing to be sorry for. Everything is in the past."Charlie’s face lit up slightly, as if he misunderstood."You’re right," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "Everything is in the past… I’ll make it up to you, Isabel."He stepped closer, about to say more.I gave him a sma
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