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too long.
Then she pulled out her phone.
The next ten minutes happened in fragments.
The dispatcher’s voice.
Paramedics at the door.
A deputy from town.
Talia pressed into my side while I kept Benjamin wrapped in warm towels.
He was alive.
Breathing.
Tiny.
With a hospital bracelet still around one wrist and a cry so fragile it sounded like paper tearing.
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