My Sister Signed Papers Before I Was Dead

I wanted to make one finger move. One. Any finger. I would have taken a toe. I would have taken drool in Morse code.

Vanessa sighed.

“If she wakes up impaired, Mom, it gets worse. For her. For everyone. And the project dies in committee. You know how the Army is. They’ll bury it in ethics review.”

“Claire built that.”

“Claire started it.”

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