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standard of care.”
I opened my eyes again, and something inside me hardened into a decision. “Good. Because there will be.”
Ethan woke in recovery at 1:30 p.m., pale but stable. His eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, then landing on me like I was the only thing tethering him to the world.
“Dad?”
“I’m here. It went well. They got it out. You’re going continue reading …
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