Clara stepped out of the hospital’s side entrance, her scrubs still damp from another grueling shift. The evening air was cold, biting at her skin, but it did little to chase away the exhaustion that clung to her bones.
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Another twelve-hour day was behind her—more charts, more patients, more heartbeats lost in the sterile hum of machines.
She should have been too tired to think, but instead, her thoughts drifted toward her small apartment and the warm comfort of her bed.
As she descended into the metro station, Clara had no idea that her choice to take the subway that evening instead of the bus would change her life forever.