This was where I belonged.

In these quiet rooms, helping these children heal.

But the peace did not last.

At seven o’clock, the night shift nurses arrived.

I went to the break room to grab my coat and my bag.

As I reached for my locker, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

It was a long, low buzz.

I pulled it out, expecting a message from a colleague.

Instead, it was an automated email from the hospital administration.

The subject line was in bold letters: *Notice of Administrative Review.*

My heart sank.

I opened the email with trembling fingers.

*Dear Nurse Sullivan,*

*You are required to attend a formal review hearing tomorrow morning at nine o’clock.*

*The meeting will take place in the executive boardroom on the fifth floor.*

*This review is in response to a formal complaint regarding professional misconduct and boundary violations.*

*Your presence is mandatory.*

I stared at the screen.

My breath came in short, shallow gasps.

I scrolled down to the bottom of the email.

The CC list contained three names.

Mark Bell, Director of Capital Acquisitions.

James Hendricks, Chairman of the Development Committee.