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My mother, then my father, then Jeffrey.
I silenced it and drove back to the hospital.
Trevor was awake when I returned to the ward. His color was better, his breathing easier. His mother smiled when she saw me.
“Thank you for everything,” she said. “The doctor says he can go home tomorrow.”
“That’s wonderful news,” I said, and meant it.
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