Leo attentively leaned in to debone the fish, then placed the clean flakes onto the old lady's plate. "Have some more, Grandmother."
The old lady looked at Juniper and nodded kindly. "You eat more too, Juniper. It's a shame Nelson took Josie on vacation. If he were here, it really would feel like old times."
Juniper choked up, a lump forming in her throat as she stared blankly at the food on her plate.
Her own home was just a few hundred yards away. She used to run over here all the time.
The old lady was right. Those were days untainted by endless scheming.
She couldn't bear the thought of leaving her.
Reggie's cooking smelled amazing, but her appetite had vanished.
She had just gone through several heartbreaking partings, and in a few months, she would have to part with the old lady as well. A suffocating wave of despair washed over her.
Yara Jenkins called just then, saying she had successfully picked up Moonlight.
Moonlight had a sweet temper and adapted easily. Whenever he was taken away, he seemed to understand that his owner was leaving. He always had a great time staying at Yara's place.
Juniper went over a few care instructions, her brow furrowing slightly as she caught the sound of a man's voice on the other end of the line.
"Yara, do you have a boyfriend?"
Yara glanced at Harrison Holt, who was still busy in the kitchen, and quickly covered the receiver. "No, it's just a friend crashing here."
But Juniper knew better. Yara was a loner at the hospital; she barely had any friends, let alone one who would crash at her place.

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