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a lot of dates, names, and logistics.”
“They are spiritual conversations.”
“About dead infants?”
“About mercy.”
The word made me rise from my chair.
Pain shot through my body. Sarah, who had refused to leave me, touched my shoulder, but I stayed standing.
“No,” I said. “You do not get that word.”
Nadine looked at me with pity so false it felt obscene.
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