It Wasn’t a Reward. It Was an Investment.
“It’s not a reward,” Ruth said, reading my face. “It’s an investment.”
“You said you’re in nursing?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m working toward becoming a nurse practitioner. But it’s… slow. And expensive.”
Ruth nodded toward Theodore.
“This scholarship covers the rest of your training,” Theodore said. “No strings attached.”
My mouth opened.
No sound came out.
Ruth reached across the desk and took my hand.
Her grip was warm, steady, human.
“Just keep being exactly who you are,” she said. “The kind of person who doesn’t look away.”
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