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her to the ambulance bay. I’ll meet you.”
“And Sarah,” I gasped.
“I’m here, Del.”
“If anything happens to my baby—”
“It won’t,” she said, and I heard steel in her voice. “Not on my watch.”
The ambulance bay smelled like exhaust, rain, and disinfectant. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Sarah was waiting with a wheelchair and two nurses I recognized from continue reading …
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