The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

less than an hour ago.”

She searched the computer.

“Name?”

“Janelle Hart.”

Something in her expression changed.

“Room twelve.”

She hesitated.

“…I’m sorry.”

Nothing prepares a parent for the moment they stop recognizing their own child.

Janelle looked impossibly small beneath the hospital blanket.

Bruising darkened one side of her face.

Her lip was split.

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