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could not trust my voice.
That night in the hospital room was the loneliest night of my marriage and the clearest.
Machines make time strange. Nurses came and went in soft-soled shoes, checking vitals, adjusting blankets, scanning bracelets. Liam slept in bursts, fitful and damp-haired, one fist opening and closing against the sheet.
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