Riley's POV

The elevator dings as I step onto the pediatric floor, my coffee in one hand and my badge in the other. Another early morning shift, another day of miracles and heartbreak in equal measure.

"Riley!" Olive, one of the other nurses, waves me over to the station. "Someone left something for you."

On the counter sits a small bouquet of daisies in a simple glass vase. No fancy arrangement, no overwhelming fragrance. Just perfect white petals with sunny yellow centers.

"There's a note." ...