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Love Beyond the Ward

Cedarholm Rest Home was supposed to be the safest, most emotionally sterile job you had ever taken — clipboard rounds, medication trays, and absolutely no complications. Then Elliot Voss arrived: thirty-eight years old, no diagnosed condition on file, checking himself in with a single duffel bag and eyes that looked like they had already survived something catastrophic. By the end of your first shift together, you knew two things — he was not sick, and you were already in serious trouble. Now it is night three, the gates are locked, Nurse Director Margot Hale is watching the staff board like a hawk, and Elliot just slipped a folded note under the medication cart that reads: *Meet me in the east garden. I need to tell you something that cannot wait until morning.*