I expected empathy—or at least basic understanding.
What I received instead was a detached response, carefully delivered.
“You need to keep your professional responsibilities separate from your personal matters,” he said.
The sentence cut deeper than I anticipated.
I stood in the quiet hospital hallway, unsure whether to push back or simply end the call.
In the end, I replied, “I understand,” and hung up.
That evening, as Liam finally slipped into a stable, peaceful sleep, I reached a quiet conclusion.
If my company believed compassion had no place in the workplace, then I would make my priorities unmistakably clear.
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