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been shoved.
My vision blurred. My wife of thirty-five years was planning my death with my physician, and they were discussing it like a vacation itinerary.
I fumbled for my phone, hands shaking.
Marcus answered immediately. “Tell me you’re not inside the room.”
“I’m outside,” I whispered. “I heard them. She’s going to kill me. They said digoxin.”
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