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That night, I swapped shifts with a colleague and worked again. After my rounds, I sat alone in the fire esca-
pe for a while.
Thankfully, tonight, the 18th floor was silent. I didn’t hear a child’s cry.
Damian must be doing better, I thought. At least well enough to look after his son himself.
I sat there for over an hour until the whole hospital seemed to fall quiet. Finally, I stood up, ready to leave.
But just as I got to my feet, I heard a faint sound from above. It was so subtle that I only caught it in the dead silence of the night.
I looked up instinctively.
There, bathed in moonlight, stood Damian. Tall and lean in his light blue hospital gown, he was on the landi-
ng of the stairwell, looking down at me.
