Inside the therapy room, the sounds of children and staff gradually faded into the background as Shawn sat beside a young boy, adjusting his breathing monitor. He offered the child a reassuring smile, shared a few words of encouragement, then stepped back to let the therapists continue their work.As the session settled into its routine, he remembered the folded paper in his pocket. His fingers brushed against it instinctively, but instead of taking it out, he hesitated.Over the years, people had handed him countless notes, invitations, proposals, donation requests, and business cards. Most were forgotten within minutes.This one felt different. He couldn't explain why.Maybe it was the young woman's expression when she gave it to him. Maybe it was the urgency in her voice. Or maybe it was the strange sense of familiarity he still couldn't shake.Curiosity tugged at him, and he was just about to pull the paper out when Cressida walked into the roo
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