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I could barely think.
The other was a nurse counting minutes, body temperature, airway risk, distance to emergency care, likelihood of survival.
“What time is it?”
“11:23.”
Thirty-seven minutes.
“How long has she been there?”
Quincy’s eyes filled but did not spill. “Since after she was born.”
A sound came out of me that I did not recognize.
He grabbed my hand.continue reading …
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