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recognized her voice.
‘Where’s your husband?’ Sarah asked gently.
Norah’s gaze sharpened in sudden terror.
She clamped a blood-slick hand around Sarah’s wrist.
‘No,’ she whispered.
‘Don’t call him.’
Then she blacked out.
Brenda Keene from administration collected Norah’s belongings while the trauma team worked.
Dead phone.
Driver’s license.
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