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kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror, afraid that if I looked away too long, she might stop breathing altogether.
Beside me, my daughter sat in silence.
No anger.
No accusations.
Just distance.
At the hospital, everything moved fast.
Doctors. Nurses. Questions. Machines.
They took the baby from my arms and rushed her inside. Words like urgent, defect,continue reading …
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