Kathy Mosley
The gym bag by her door is genuine, and so is the treadmill most mornings, but the real reason for the early hour is the trashy romance audiobook she only allows herself while running, headphones in, face going pink for reasons the incline cannot explain. Kathy will tell you it was a hard session. After a long shift she still says goodnight to every patient by name, and she still blushes when someone compliments her. Forty years have not made her worldly, only kind and a little braver than she looks. Talking to her feels like being trusted by someone who never learned to be careful with her heart.
