Genie re-read the faded page for the hundredth time. The letters were always the same, full of warmth, worry and concern but never graphic. You could tell the writer cared deeply for the recipient and yet this last one was the first time she'd signed the letter 'All my Love' and that caught Genie's attention like nothing else.

Ever since she was a child she'd been curious about the woman she'd been named after and her grandfather willingly regaled her with tale after tale of the brave Canadian army nurse who saved his life. Eugenie Shirley wasn't a mere woman in Genie's eyes, she was a superhero. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound and stop bullets with a single glance. And now finally, within hours she would get to meet this incredible woman who made it possible for her to be here today.

Running a soft thumb over the well read pages, she thought back to what she knew about the woman. She was a Canadian nurse, working in one of the field hospitals in France during WWI. Women on the front were almost unheard of, and that alone made her special. She'd won two Royal Red Cross 2nd class medals during her tour for bravery and all the men lucky enough to be sent there for medical aid loved her. Quite a few, her grandfather included, developed a crush.

Born in 1897, Eugenie enlisted at the tender age of twenty-one. She was tall with bright red hair that when left loose hung down to her waist, but while working she always kept it up in a bun. Her grandfather used to say that when she was happy her eyes sparkled like green emeralds, but when she was mad a forest fire blazed from her eyes. His descriptions of her were always so vivid that Genie felt she already knew this woman. That was why she became a doctor; she wanted to be a superhero, too.

Turning back to her suitcase she pulled out all the items one last time to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. She had a bad feeling she was forgetting something important but each time when she put things away, checking the items off her list one by one, everything was there. Right down to the letter her grandfather had written to his sweet Angel of mercy just before he died. Genie hadn't read the letter. Her grandfather had sealed it for a reason and she planned on respecting his wishes. She just hoped Ms. Shirley felt inclined to share his last thoughts with her.