Nurse Attempts to Help an Ailing Elderly Man Reunite with His Long-Lost Love — Story of the Day

Night-shift nurse Alex finds purpose beyond routine when he learns of his elderly patient George’s single regret—a love lost at sea. Teaming up with his friend Kate, Alex embarks on a heartfelt search for George’s long-lost love, uncovering life’s hidden truths about timing, courage, and second chances.

The quiet night felt like a rare gift, though Alex wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. His shifts usually kept him running, but tonight the halls were hushed, the patients asleep, and his duties light.

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The dimly lit corridor stretched ahead as he texted his friend and roommate, Kate. She was his go-to for everything—from sharing funny moments to venting on tough days.

They’d been schoolmates once, but only last year, when they both responded to the same apartment listing, had they finally gotten to know each other. Living in neighboring units had transformed them from casual acquaintances into close friends.

Just as Alex was sending Kate a sticker of a yawning cat, a nurse approached him. “Alex, George is asking for you,” she said with a warm smile.

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“Thanks,” Alex replied, slipping his phone into his pocket and heading toward George’s room. George was 88 but brimming with energy, more vibrant than many half his age.

George also had a wealth of stories, having worked as a sailor in his youth. As Alex entered, he found the old man eagerly shuffling a deck of cards, his face lighting up at the sight of his visitor.

Alex pulled a chair close to George’s bed and sat down, eyeing the deck of cards in George’s hands. “Couldn’t find anyone to play with?” he asked, smiling.

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“Everyone turned me down. Can you believe it?” George replied, shaking his head with a grin.

“Well, it’s 2 a.m., so I get it,” Alex said, settling in. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep?”

George shook his head. “I just can’t fall asleep.”

“I could ask the doctor to prescribe something,” Alex offered.

George chuckled. “Alex, I’m 88. I’ve had more than enough sleep in my life.”

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Alex laughed and took the deck, shuffling it. He dealt the cards, and they played quietly for a while. Then, George laid down a card and glanced up, his expression shifting.

“Dr. Martinez told me I only have a few months left,” George said softly.

Alex’s heart sank. He saw patients face death often, but it was never easy, especially with George. “Oh…”

George smiled gently. “It’s okay. I’m ready. I’ve had a long, full life. No regrets—well, except one.” His voice drifted off, eyes distant.

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“What’s that?” Alex asked, leaning forward.

“There was someone I loved. We met on a ship, but we had to say goodbye.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “I thought women were bad luck on ships.”

George chuckled. “His name was David Smith.”

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“That’s…unexpected,” Alex said, smiling. “Did you ever try to find him?”

“No. It’s been too long. I doubt he remembers me,” George replied.

“You never know,” Alex said, just as George laid down his last card.

“Looks like you lost,” George announced, grinning with triumph.

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Alex laughed, already reaching to shuffle the deck for another round.

When Alex got home in the morning, he found Kate leaning sleepily against the kitchen counter. She was still in her pajamas, sipping coffee slowly. Working from home meant she rarely rushed.

“Hey, how was your shift?” Kate asked, rubbing her eyes.

“George got some bad news,” Alex replied, setting his bag down. “He found out he only has a few months left.”

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“Oh no, that’s so sad.” Kate’s face fell. “I like George.”

Alex nodded, knowing how much Kate cared. She’d met some of his patients before when she volunteered. George especially liked her and often teased Alex, asking why he hadn’t asked her out.

Alex usually brushed it off. He’d had a crush on Kate back in high school, but now they were just friends. Dating might make things complicated, especially since they were roommates.

“George told me his only regret is not being with his true love,” Alex said. “I want to find him. Will you help?”

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Kate’s eyes lit up. “A love story? I’m in!” She poured herself more coffee with a grin.

In the days that followed, Alex and Kate worked together to find all the Davids with the last name Smith. After hours of searching, they managed to narrow it down to six possible matches.

“That’s still a long list,” Alex said, scanning the names.

“Are you kidding?” Kate replied, laughing. “When we started, it felt like there were a million Davids out there. Now we’re down to just six!”

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“A million, huh?” Alex teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, close to that,” Kate said, chuckling. They shared a smile, enjoying the rare moment of progress.

“We can start visiting them on weekends,” Alex suggested. “It’ll be easier when I don’t have work.”

“Sounds good to me,” Kate agreed, nodding. Just then, her phone buzzed, and a wide smile spread across her face.

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“Did you win the lottery?” Alex asked, watching her reaction.

“No, it’s Troy. We met at a conference,” Kate explained. “He just asked me out. I think he likes me.”

Alex paused. “And do you like him?”

“Maybe,” Kate said, grinning as she walked to her room, phone in hand. Alex watched her go, feeling a strange pang he couldn’t explain.

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For the next two weeks, Alex and Kate met with four Davids, but none turned out to be George’s long-lost love.

David #1, a cheerful older man, was happily married with kids, grandkids, and even great-grandkids. David #2, a spry gentleman, was engaged to a woman three decades younger, a detail Kate and Alex found surprising.

When they tried to meet David #3, they discovered he had passed away years ago. Finally, David #4, who claimed he had sailed many seas, eventually admitted he’d never actually set foot on a ship.

After each visit, they sat with George, sharing each David’s story. He listened quietly, nodding along but showing no spark of recognition.

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“Just give it up. It’s hopeless,” George muttered, his voice tired.

“Nothing’s hopeless when it comes to love,” Kate replied firmly. “And we still have two Davids left. One of them has to be yours.”

George looked away, sighing. “What if it’s David #3—the one who’s already passed?” His cough grew rougher, a reminder of his weakening health.

“Come on, George, don’t be so pessimistic,” Alex said gently, patting his arm.

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The next week, Alex and Kate set off to meet David #5, a fisherman living by the docks.

“I have a good feeling about this one,” Kate said as they drove.

“Oddly, so do I,” Alex replied, smiling.

When they finally met David #5, Alex and Kate learned he had, in fact, been on the same ship as George at the same time.

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“Do you remember him?” Alex asked hopefully. “He was kind, maybe a bit of a pessimist, and he was really good at cards.”

Kate jumped in, adding, “Oh, and you were in love with him!”

David #5 looked at them, shaking his head with a slight smile. “Sorry, but no. Doesn’t ring a bell.”

Kate’s face fell. “Well, that’s disappointing.”

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Seeing their letdown, David #5 offered, “How about I treat you both to lunch for your trouble?”

Kate brightened. “I’d love that! I’m starving.”

“I know just the spot,” David #5 said, smiling as he led them out of his house.

As they walked, Alex noticed Kate pulling her sweater tighter, shivering a bit. He remembered how he’d reminded her to bring a warmer coat, but instead of saying anything, he slipped off his jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders. Out of the corner of his eye, Alex saw David #5 watching them, a small, knowing smile on his face.

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“You two make a lovely couple,” David #5 said.

“Oh…no…no,” Alex stammered, his face turning a bit red.

“We’re just friends,” Alex and Kate replied at the same time, exchanging a quick, awkward glance.

After lunch with David #5, they headed home, feeling tired.

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“It’s a shame he wasn’t the one,” Alex said. “I really thought he was.”

“Or maybe he just isn’t brave enough to say it,” Kate replied thoughtfully.

Alex headed out alone to meet David #6, feeling a bit strange without Kate by his side. She was out with Troy, so it was just him for this visit.

David #6 greeted Alex with a bleary gaze; it didn’t take long to realize the man struggled with alcohol and couldn’t remember much of anything, let alone George. As Alex was about to leave, his phone buzzed—a message from a nurse.

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George was in critical condition and might not have long. Without hesitation, Alex texted Kate: “David #6 is a no-go. Heading to the hospital; George is in bad shape.”

He didn’t expect a reply, knowing Kate was likely still on her date with Troy. But as he arrived at the hospital, he spotted her standing by the entrance, arms crossed and eyes searching for him.

“Kate?” he asked, surprised. “I thought you were out with Troy.”

She nodded, a soft, determined look in her eyes. “I was, but George needs us. I couldn’t stay away.”

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Together, they hurried down the quiet hospital hallways toward George’s room. Just outside, they spotted David #5, sitting with his head down, lost in thought. Kate stopped, placing a gentle hand on Alex’s arm.

“I think it’s best if you talk to him alone,” she whispered. “My excitement might make him back away again.”

Alex nodded, understanding. He approached David #5, who looked up with weary eyes as Alex sat beside him. David shifted uncomfortably.

“I can’t bring myself to go in there,” he confessed. “I thought I could do it, but… it’s hard.”

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“You’ve waited so long already,” Alex replied quietly. “Why not now? You had the chance to tell us before, but you held back.”

David sighed, looking at his hands. “I’ve spent so many years hiding this part of me. It’s not easy to change.”

“It’s better late than never,” Alex said gently. “He’s right there, on the other side of this door. Just a few steps away. Isn’t it worth taking that chance now?”

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After a long pause, David nodded and slowly stood, facing the door. Before he went in, he looked at Alex and nodded toward Kate, who stood watching, her eyes misty. “Take your own advice, Alex. You still have time.”

David slipped into the room, leaving Alex standing with Kate. Seeing her eyes filled with emotion, Alex realized the truth in David’s words. He walked over to her, his heart racing.

“Kate, I—” he began, but she stepped forward and kissed him. Surprised but relieved, Alex wrapped his arms around her, knowing that some things in life were worth the risk, no matter the complications.

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I Found My Daughter’s Wedding Dress Cut to Pieces with My Stepdaughter Standing over It – I Thought She Did It, but I Was Wrong

Instead of joyfully planning weddings together, my two engaged daughters were always bickering. But when I discovered my youngest daughter’s wedding dress destroyed and my stepdaughter standing over it in tears, I realized I’d completely misread the signs of what was really happening in our home.

I’m a mother of two: my biological daughter Hannah (22) and my stepdaughter Christine (23). They grew up together after my husband passed away years ago, and I’ve always tried my best to hold our blended family together.

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A sad woman with her two daughters sitting at an outdoor funeral | Source: Midjourney

Last year, both girls still lived at home with me — well, mostly. They spent a good amount of time at their fiancés’ places.

Our house should have been buzzing with the excitement of two upcoming weddings. Instead, the atmosphere grew heavy every time Hannah scrolled through wedding ideas on her phone while Christine sat across from her, barely hiding her annoyance behind a forced smile.

“Look at these centerpieces, Mom!” Hannah held up her phone one evening, her blue eyes sparkling. “Aren’t they gorgeous? They’re doing this thing with floating candles and flower petals. John says it might be over budget, but I think we can make it work if we DIY some of the arrangements.”

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Woman in her 20s with long, wavy black hair and blue eyes holding up a phone during dinner in a house | Source: Midjourney

Christine grabbed her glass and headed to the kitchen. “I need a refill. Because apparently, we need to hear about every single wedding detail every single night.”

“Christine,” I warned.

“What?” She spun around. “I’m just saying, some of us are trying to eat dinner without a Pinterest board shoved in our faces.”

This was typical of Christine. She’d always turned everything into a competition with Hannah, from their grades to hobbies and even the attention I gave them after their father died.

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Woman in her 20s looking annoyed in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

Hannah never played along, which only seemed to frustrate Christine more.

“Christine, honey,” I called after her. “Don’t you want to show us your wedding ideas too? You mentioned that vintage theme last week.”

“What’s the point?” She leaned against the kitchen door frame. “It’s not like I can get the venue I want anyway. Every decent place is booked through next summer.”

“There are other beautiful venues,” Hannah offered softly. “I could help you look—”

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Woman in her 20s holding up her phone at a dinner table frowning slightly | Source: Midjourney

“Of course you could,” Christine cut in. “Because you’re just better than me at Googling.”

I sighed. They continued bickering until I intervened. Little did I know this was only the beginning of an implosion for our family.

A few days later, Hannah bounced into the living room, practically glowing. “John and I set a date!”

Christine froze with the TV remote in the air. “What?”

“Late January!” Hannah twirled around the room. “The Winter Garden had a cancellation, and everything just fell into place perfectly. The coordinator said we got so lucky!”

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A wedding venue with a winter garden theme | Source: Midjourney

I watched Christine’s face fall. She’d been engaged to Eric for eight months but struggled to secure a venue. I also suspected that Eric hoped to have a longer engagement before their wedding.

Meanwhile, Hannah had only been engaged for two months and was well on her way to getting married first. John, too, seemed pleased to move forward with their plans.

“You can’t have a January wedding,” Christine said, throwing the remote on the couch and standing up. “That’s too soon. Can’t you wait?”

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Annoyed woman in her 20s sitting on a couch looking to the side | Source: Midjourney

“But we already booked everything,” Hannah replied, her excitement deflating slightly. “The deposit’s paid and… oh! Want to see my dress? I still can’t believe I found it!”

Without waiting for an answer, Hannah pulled out her phone and showed us a photo of herself in a stunning $1,500 wedding gown.

“I bought it yesterday,” she added softly. “I’m sorry. I wanted to have a fitting with my bridesmaids and you, Mom, so we could all pick. But this one went on sale online, and I just clicked! It only needs a few alterations. Everything feels meant to be!”

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Woman in her 20s holding up her phone in a living room with a bright smile | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, honey! It’s beautiful. Do you have it safe in your room?” I asked. “We can take it to the seamstress today.”

“Sure! I was thinking—”

“I need some air,” Christine snapped, storming out of the room.

Hannah sighed at the interruption and went back to her room. Christine might have been disappointed about her delayed wedding, but she didn’t have the right to make this experience miserable for everyone.

I just didn’t know how to say all this without seeming like I was taking one side.

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Worried woman in her 50s sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A week passed, and Christine avoided us completely. My texts received short replies like “busy” or “with Eric.” But a few days before Hannah’s wedding, Christine showed up for dinner. John was there too, and something felt off.

The dining room was unusually quiet. John picked at his food, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially Christine. Even Hannah seemed to notice something was wrong.

“Everything okay, babe?” she asked John, touching his arm gently. “You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“Yeah, just… work stuff.” He pushed his chair back, his fork clattering against the plate. “Mind if I get some air? Need to clear my head.”

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Worried man in his late 20s sitting at a dinner table with uneaten food | Source: Midjourney

“Do you want me to come with you?” Hannah asked.

“No!” The word came out too sharp, making us all jump. “I mean, no, thanks. I just need a minute.”

A few minutes after John left, Christine excused herself to use the bathroom. When she didn’t return for a while, I started to worry. Then, she suddenly appeared in the dining room doorway.

“Eric’s waiting outside,” she announced, her voice tight. “I’ve got to go.”

“But you just got here,” Hannah said. “Can’t he come in? We haven’t had dessert yet.”

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Untouched pie on a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

“No, it’s… huh… I have to go. Sorry.” Christine turned on her heel.

Something about her tone made me follow her. I was only seconds behind, but the front door was already closed. I also noticed her coat still on the hanger, which was strange for such a cold January evening.

When I stepped outside, there was no sign of Eric’s car. Did they just drive away really fast?

My stomach dropped as realization hit. Mother’s intuition, I suppose, because I rushed back inside and headed straight for Hannah’s room. As I approached, I heard a gasp.

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A hallway in a home | Source: Midjourney

I pushed open the door and froze. Hannah’s beautiful wedding dress lay on the bed, cut to pieces from the waist down. Christine stood over it, tears streaming down her face.

“I SWEAR TO GOD IT WAS NOT ME,” she said, her hands shaking. “Mom, I know how this looks, but you have to believe me. I didn’t do this.”

My mind raced, trying to make sense of the scene. But Christine’s raw emotion, her desperate plea of innocence, made me pause.

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Woman in her 20s crying in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

“Okay, if you didn’t do this, tell me what’s going on,” I whispered.

With a fresh wave of tears, Christine told me everything. The truth was, she hadn’t been angry with Hannah about having a wedding first. She’d been worried about her because of… John.

Months ago, during Hannah’s birthday barbecue, she’d seen him acting suspiciously and even caught him texting someone in our backyard.

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Man in his late 20s texting in the backyard | Source: Midjourney

“He said they were just texts from his ex,” Christine explained, wiping her eyes. “When I pressed him, he broke down and admitted having doubts about the wedding and talking to his ex about it. I told him, ‘You better figure your feelings fast because if you hurt my sister, I swear to God…'”

She took a shaky breath. “I gave him a deadline to tell Hannah, or I would. Days later, he promised everything was fine, so I dropped it. I should have known better.”

I closed my eyes, shaking my head. “Yes, you should’ve said something, but I understand. You’re the eldest. You wanted to protect her,” I sighed and thought of something. “How did you end up in here?”

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Woman in her 50s looking worried and sympathetic in a bedroom | Source: Midjourne

“I saw him leaving Hannah’s room when I was heading to the bathroom. He looked… guilty at getting caught and walked by me and out to the backyard. I followed and confronted him again. I asked him, ‘What did you do?’ He just kept saying everything was fine, but his hands were shaking.”

Christine twisted her fingers together. “When he wouldn’t fess up, I pretended to leave with Eric but went to check Hannah’s room instead. That’s when I found the dress.”

“Oh, God,” I said. “He must have ripped the dress apart to delay the wedding. Why not just talk to Hannah?”

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Man in his late 20s ruining a wedding dress in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

“That’s what I’m saying,” Christine sniffled. “But it’s not just that. Mom, I think he’s cheating. We need to tell her the truth.”

I nodded. “Of course. Otherwise, she’ll think you did this,” I pointed to the dress. “I bet he was counting on that, too. The gall of that man. Come on; it’s time to stop our little girl from making a mistake!”

Christine grabbed my hand and we went out.

We confronted John right there in the living room. I thought he would fight back, but he cracked almost immediately, admitting to destroying the dress to delay the wedding and banking on Hannah’s issues with Christine to cover his tracks.

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Man in his late 20s looking upset standing in living room | Source: Midjourney

Hannah was devastated. “Why didn’t you just talk to me?” she sobbed when he confessed. “If you were having doubts, why didn’t you say something? Anything would have been better than this.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, not meeting her eyes. “I’ll pay for the dress. I just… I couldn’t go through with it, and I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Tell her about the texts!” Christine demanded.

“What texts?” Hannah asked.

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Confused, upset, and sad woman in her 20s standing in living room | Source: Midjourney

“Nothing, I—”

“Tell her the truth!” I screamed. Enough was enough! My baby wasn’t going to be played with anymore.

Under my harsh glare, John confessed that he’d been seeing his ex for a while now, and that’s why he was having second thoughts about the wedding.

“Get out of here,” Christine said, stepping protectively in front of Hannah. “Now! And never come back!”

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An angry woman in her 20s stands in the living room pointing her finger | Source: Midjourney

I backed up the sentiment, and John scurried off like a coward. When the door closed behind him, something remarkable happened.

Christine sat next to Hannah, who was sobbing on the couch, and took her hand.

“Remember when Dad taught us to sew?” Christine asked softly after a while. “That summer we made those horrible matching sundresses?”

Hannah let out a watery chuckle. “They were so crooked. Dad said they had ‘character.'”

“Yes! Well, I actually learned how to do it properly later. Give me the dress.” Christine squeezed Hannah’s hand. “I have an idea. Let me fix this, okay? Not the wedding part, but… maybe I can save something from this mess.”

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Ruined wedding dress on a bed | Source: Midjourney

“Why would you do that?” Hannah sniffled. “I thought you hated me.”

“I never hated you,” Christine said quietly. “I just… I always felt like I had to prove I belonged here. After Dad died, I was so scared of losing my place in this family. But you’re my sister, Hannah. I should have been protecting you all along instead of competing with you.”

That’s when I started blubbering.

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Woman in her 50s crying from happiness in a living room | Source: Midjourney

Christine spent the following day transforming the ruined wedding gown into a stunning cocktail dress. So, when the original wedding date arrived days later, instead of a ceremony, we held a small family gathering at the venue.

Some of our relatives had traveled from across the country, so this was the perfect way to avoid wasting the money that had already been spent. Everyone was happy, including Hannah, who got to talk to her cousins and recount how we discovered John was a coward.

I was glad my daughter could smile after such a thing, and I knew that it was in part because Christine had been trying to protect her all along. Our family changed that day… for the better.

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Woman in her 20s wearing a white cocktail dress smiles while talking to other people at a party venue | Source: Midjourney

“Mom,” Christine said as we watched Hannah twirl in her redesigned dress, showing it off to their aunts and cousins, “will you and Hannah walk me down the aisle when it’s my turn? Both of you? I know it’s not traditional, but…”

“I’d be honored,” I said, pulling her close.

“Me too!” Hannah chimed in, joining our hug.

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Woman in her 20s wearing a white cocktail dress smiles with her arms open wide for a hug at a party venue | Source: Midjourney

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