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for that too.

Paramedics came in with a stretcher.

They cut her coat open.

One of the girls made a sound so raw a deputy looked away.

The medic said words I didn’t want. Through-and-through. Stable for now. Let’s move.

Sarah gripped my sleeve as they lifted her.

“Did they have good birthdays?” she asked.

I stared at her.

Of all the things.

Of all the damn things.continue reading …