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in an emergency room across town.
And my eight-year-old had carried her baby sister nearly two miles through freezing Christmas air.
“Is Emma alive?” I asked.
The nurse’s voice softened even more.
“She is alive.”
I covered my mouth, but the sound still escaped me.
A broken, animal sound.
“And Lily?”
“She is awake. Very cold, exhausted, and frightened. She continue reading …
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