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recognized it. “I need you to come to Mercy General.”
There was a pause. Not confusion. Not panic. Just the immediate silence of a mother hearing fear in her child’s voice.
“I’m getting my keys,” she said.
Nineteen minutes later, Linda Harper came through the automatic doors like a woman marching into battle. She was sixty-one, five-foot-four, gray-haired,continue reading …
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