Did the Pandemic Flush my Ambition Down the Drain?

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The ambulance leaves before a proper goodbye. As I pack up some clothes, a toothbrush, his phone and charger, the paramedics help my partner into the ambulance. Their protective wear makes me think of that professor cooking cocaine in Breaking Bad. Just breathe, I tell myself. You got this. What else? What else could he need in a hospital? I grab a news magazine and throw it with the bag into the back…