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When I was allowed into the room, Drew’s leg had been immobilized and he was under a blanket and he looked exactly like what he was: a six-year-old boy who had stopped having the energy to be anything other than exactly what he was. He asked where Lily was before I had said a word.
“Is she getting food?”
“Yes.”
“Enough?”
I had to look away for a second.continue reading …
