Here’s a continuation of the story in the same emotional and dramatic style:
“Wait… you’re the girl who saved my life.”
The words landed in the room like a dropped glass.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Nobody even seemed to breathe.
Victoria’s smile froze.
My father frowned.
I stared at Richard Harrington, certain he had mistaken me for someone else.
“What?” I whispered.
Richard took a step away from the head table.
His eyes never left mine.
“You were working at St. Anne’s Medical Center three years ago.”
My heart skipped.
I had worked there before transferring to trauma care.
Slowly, I nodded.
“Yes.”
The room remained silent.
Richard laughed softly, almost to himself.
“I knew it.”
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