“It’s a whole lot, Hadley,” he said. “It’s a lot of peaceful passings you assisted with. It’s also a heavy burden to carry, and I think it might be time to talk to a therapist. Not because anything is wrong with you, but because you’re a good nurse and I don’t want to see you burn out.” “I feel like the worst nurse ever today,” I told him. Steve put his arm around me and squeezed. “I know, kid. But better days are coming, okay?” “We’ll see,” I replied.
