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Daniel stood near the foot of her bed with his hands shoved into his pockets, wearing that calm expression he uses whenever things get uncomfortable. He kissed Grace on the forehead and told her she was brave.
He stepped into the hallway to answer it.
When I asked who it was, he said, “Work. It’s nothing.”
By Friday afternoon, Grace had been moved into the ICU.
Saturday morning was when everything went wrong.
A few hours later, alarms suddenly exploded through the room.
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