It was a delivery for me.
Instead, there was a small engraving on the inside cover.
My fingers traced the letters: “For Kelly — the one who stayed.”
I stood there for a while, then closed it.
I decided to keep it this time. Not because of the money, but because it meant something different now.
I slipped the watch into my pocket and returned to work.
Other patients were waiting. People who needed someone to stay.