She knew it was silly. Paperwork coincidences meant nothing in hospitals. Dates overlapped constantly. Still, she felt that same tug she’d felt before, that quiet suggestion of connection whispering through the margins of every report she read.
She shook her head, laughing softly at herself. “You’re too rational for ghost stories,” she said aloud, closing the file. Yet, long after she turned off the light, she caught herself listening to the faint echo of Lily’s monitor from down the hall—steady, soft, alive.