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We have a big, JFK-style rocking chair with a cushion and a view I lifted my sweetie and pulled her into my lap I rocked as I cuddled with her I s lengthen, before I settled her back down into her bedding I whispered, “I love you soooooo much Sweet dreams, babycakes”

I checked my cell phone to see if I’d missed a call from San Francisco General I had not

Martha joinedover rit and stink of diesel fuel that had gloht As the spray beat down on ashed, shaven, and drilled head, his eyes swollen shut, his broken bones

Please, God, don’t let him die

I don’t re friend, but she woofed me awake and then my phone buzzed

Joe!

I grabbed it frohtstand and saw San Francisco Hospital on the caller ID I jareen button and said hello to Dr Dalrymple

She told me, “Joe’s condition hasn’t iht now,” she said “I’ in a second drain”

“Oh, no, no”

“It’s okay, Lindsay I’ll tell you when to get worried I promise you Okay?”

The doctor did her best to assureand that I should call her later When I’d clicked off with Joe’s surgeon, the phone buzzed in my hand

Brady was calling

“You planning on co in?” he asked me

It was Friday, right?

“What time is it?”