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of my story now. But it wasn’t my whole story. I was more than what happened to me. I was what I did next.
People often ask me how I knew something was wrong. The truth is, I didn’t—not at first. But my gut whispered that something wasn’t right, and I listened.
If I hadn’t stopped in that hallway, if I hadn’t heard those nurses talking, Graham would continue reading …
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