Rebirth Into My Second Chance

He didn't answer, but he twisted open the jar of cookies and pulled out a chocolate chip cookie. "Cookies make everything better," he said, offering me a small smile.

I frowned, and he stood up, grabbing his clipboard. "I've got to make rounds in the other wards. Richard has sorted out your discharge papers; you'll be heading home with him shortly."

As he walked away, I caught a glimpse of a blush creeping up his ears.

Could the boy from my dreams be Max? Somehow, their indifferent smiles blended together in my mind, each seeming to carry a burden of years beyond their age.

But even if it were him, it just goes to show, the world has a funny way of bringing people together.

Now, walking down the hospital corridor with Richard, ready to leave, we bumped into Claude, sitting in her wheelchair.

"Claire, you're leaving without saying goodbye?" she accused.

As if she had any right to play the victim. What more could she possibly want from me?

I look that gullible, Claude?" I shot back, catching the fleeting

on so quickly, don't you find yourself despicable?" She threw a diary at my feet, a testament to the years I spent under the

to tell me?" I picked up the diary, not giving it another glance before tearing it to pieces and tossing it in the

confront her physically, but I held him back. "It's not

of things being thrown

for the Goodwin family's support, and possibly, for

my head,

name popped

I remembered her calling out to a man named Maximilian for help, yet Ronald Collins claimed it was he who saved me the next

,

into it. After Alan passed, the Hiltons have kept a low profile, and Maximilian shuns

the mystery of

to Maximilian, using

the Hilton family wronged me, and her belief that I harbored resentment towards Maximilian, all seemed like part of a larger scheme. "Richard, I need to meet