Sydney was young, kind, and attentive with her patients. Over the years, several older ones had tried to play matchmaker. Eventually, she started wearing her wedding ring all the time, which finally made them stop.She remembered Agatha well—a woman who had once fussed endlessly over her grandson's marriage. Time had softened her.Sydney smiled wryly. "Ms. Nordwood, I'm getting a divorce.""Divorce!" Agatha's face turned solemn, and she said firmly, "Good! I overheard the call just now, but I wasn't eavesdropping. I swear. Let me tell you, cheating men are the worst. If you stay with him, you'll only suffer more."Sydney felt the warmth in Agatha's wrinkled hands—a warmth she hadn't known in years. Her voice softened without meaning to. "I know. I'm already going through the process."She placed a hand over Agatha's wrist and gently changed the topic. "How have you been feeling lately?""Oh, much better. Your medicine worked wonders." Agatha waved it off, then circled back. "List
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