When she placed the signed consent letter on the desk and presented her application for the overseas relief mission, the director scanned it briefly.
With Nathanie’s signature there, there was nothing more to discuss.
He signed the approval immediately.
“Dr. Whitmore,” he said sincerely, “congratulations in advance. I hope you return safely.”
Adriana nodded.
For the first time in a long while, something inside her felt lighter.
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After leaving the hospital, she went straight to purchase a plane ticket.
Then she returned home to pack.
Three years with Nathanie had left surprisingly little behind.
Most of what filled the manor belonged to him—or to memories she no longer wished to carry.
Her suitcase was small. It barely filled halfway. A few simple garments. Essentials.
Nothing more.
As she set the suitcase by the door, she heard voices outside.
The door opened.
Nathanie walked in, Olivia at his side. Olivia’s arms were full of shopping bags—clearly new purchases.
Adriana didn’t need to ask who had paid.
“Adriana?” Olivia said brightly. “I didn’t expect you to be home so early. I would’ve brought you something too.”
Nathanie cleared his throat awkwardly.