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beside her.
A doctor was checking her pupils.
My hand flew to my mouth.
“Emma,” I whispered.
Her eyelids fluttered.
“Mama?”
I almost collapsed from relief.
“I’m here, sweetheart.”
“She kept saying she wanted Pancake,” Lily said weakly from the other bed. “I told her Pancake was waiting at home.”
I touched Emma’s forehead, then her little hand.
Her fingers were continue reading …
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