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nurse in me what the mother in me did not want to know.
We did not have forty minutes.
Quincy leaned between the seats. “Mommy?”
“I’m okay,” I lied.
Vernon looked at me in the rearview mirror. “Delphine, St. Catherine’s is eight minutes.”
“No.”
“Dr. Hendricks—”
“No.”
He swallowed. “I can call ahead and ask for the ER team. Not maternity.”
I looked at him.
“Sarah continue reading …
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