James raced to the hospital. Rosa was conscious, her arm in a sling. “A driver ran a red light,” the nurse explained.
Rosa gave a weak smile. “I’m sorry about dinner, sir. I didn’t mean to frighten Emma.”
“Don’t apologize,” James said softly. “You’ve given us more than you know.”
When she came home, Emma ran into her arms. “Don’t ever leave again!”
Rosa hugged her tightly. “Never, sweetheart.”
As she recovered, Rosa shared her past. Years ago, she’d been a nurse. But after losing her husband and son in a house fire, she couldn’t face the world of hospitals again. She’d taken quiet jobs to survive, carrying her grief in silence.
