“Daniel, wait. Let me finish,” Mr. Charleston called after me, but I was already down the street, too shaken to turn around.
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By Monday, the whispers at the nursing home had already started.
“I need to think.”
I felt them before I heard them.
- The pause when I walked into the break room.
- The way two nurses stopped talking when I passed in the hallway.
- Even the residents I’d known for over a year looked at me differently.
Sarah found me in the supply closet restocking towels.
“Daniel.” She closed the door behind her. “Management wants to see you on Wednesday. It’s a formal inquiry.”
“I figured.”
I felt them before I heard them.
“You need a plan,” my friend said.
“I’m going to give it back,” I said. “All of it. Whatever’s in the bag, whatever she left. Gloria’s nephew, Marcus, can have it. I don’t want people thinking I did this for money.”