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?

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

me for Richard? Weren't those diaries full of declarations of love for me? And now you've moved 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 illusion of love at the Hart

not giving it another glance before tearing it to pieces and tossing it

physically, but I held him back. "It's not worth it," I said, pressing the elevator

sound of things being thrown

Goodwin family's support, and possibly, for

shook my head,

a name popped into

of the head of the Hilton family?" I asked out of the blue. That night at Claude's villa, I remembered her calling

,

but I'll look into it. After Alan passed, the Hiltons have kept

mystery of that

of my connection to Maximilian, using

harbored resentment towards Maximilian, all seemed like part of