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Chicago, 1944.
In a war that has taken more than it has given, Clarence Clark arrives at a military infirmary carrying wounds that refuse to stay on the surface. Rosetta Whitmore is the nurse assigned to his care; efficient, composed, and determined to remain untouched by the chaos around her.
Their connection begins quietly.
In late-night conversations, in the soft turning of pages, in words written but never meant to be sent.
What forms between them is not sudden, nor easily defined. It is something built in pauses, in restraint, in the kind of closeness that exists just beyond what can be spoken.
But the world they inhabit is not made for them.
As war gives way to peace, they are pulled back into lives shaped by expectation, distance, and silence. Years pass, and what once felt undeniable is left behind; unspoken, unresolved.
Until it isn't.
Because some things do not fade with time.
They wait.
And when they return, they ask a question neither of them can ignore:
Was it ever something they could truly leave behind?