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Not to Garrett.
Not to Vernon.
Not even to me.
To the hallway that led toward the NICU.
“She will suffer,” Nadine said.
From somewhere down that hallway, faint but real, Violet cried.
The sound was small, raspy, imperfect.
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.
And Nadine heard it too.
### Part 11
The next seventy-two hours passed in fragments.
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