Eight doctors struggle to save a dying baby—until a ragged boy points to the child’s neck and says something no one dares believe

process the rest later. The residual question of how close it had been, how much longer would have been too long — she would process that later, in the hours after the shift, in the way she processed such things, alone, completely, and then set aside.

For now, she turned to look for the boy.

Part Six: Richard

He was standing near the door.

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