The White Coat Chronicles: After Hours 3 "Behind every white coat lies a secret, a scar, or a sin." "They see the coat, the name, the medals-and assume I was built for the pedestal. Polished. Untouchable. The kind of woman who never bleeds unless it's for someone else. But what they don't know is that I've died more times than the men I've tried to save. I don't carry a heart anymore-I carry aftermath. Legacy didn't raise me. It caged me. Duty didn't protect me. It broke me in the quiet. I have knelt beside dying gods, begged them to breathe, and still walked away like I wasn't the one torn open. Let them call me cold. I don't need warmth. I need silence sharp enough to cut. Because I am not here to be forgiven. I am here to burn. To bury. To begin again- Not as a daughter. Not as a fiancée. Not as a martyr. But as the weapon they never saw coming.
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