When everyone later insisted he’d never been there, she wrestled with doubt, replaying every word, every detail. But the note she later found among her belongings felt like a quiet answer. She realized she didn’t need to convince anyone. What mattered was that, at her most fragile, someone—or something—met her in that darkness and offered hope. Whether he was a nurse, a dream, an angel, or a stranger who slipped away, the comfort was real. And that was all she chose to keep.
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