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I was chopping vegetables when my four-year-old daughter

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“She was being interviewed. She complained of chest pain. While the EMTs were assessing her, she walked out.”

Andrew hears enough from my face.

His voice drops.

“She’s going to the apartment.”

I look at Emma.

She is sleeping again, small and pale under the blanket.

For one terrible moment, I feel split in two: the mother who refuses to leave her child’s continue reading …

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