Emily had fully recovered and was no longer my patient, we happened to run into each other at a small café in the city.
That time, we talked for hours without discussing hospitals, treatment, or painful secrets.
The following week, she agreed to have dinner with me.
Our relationship began slowly. We got to know each other, went for walks, laughed, and talked about the future.
One evening, Emily took my hand and said:
“You know, Daniel, when I first saw you, I thought you were simply a doctor trying
