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in the console. I opened all the windows even though the air was cold.
At a red light, I called Sarah, my old friend from nursing school who worked night shifts at St. Catherine’s ER.
“I need you to tell me something,” I said.
“Hello to you too.”
“Do you know anything about babies dying at birth under Dr. Hendricks?”
The line went quiet.
“Delphine,” Sarah continue reading …
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