PART 2 – Hospital Records, Missing Phones, and the Thanksgiving Table Marcus Still Intended to Host
By eight o’clock, the hospital smelled like coffee, disinfectant, and reheated breakfast. Chloe slept. I sat in the chair beside her with my coat folded across my lap. Every few …
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