“I’m here, sweetheart.”
“Daniel?”
His lips moved.
I leaned closer.
“Diane…”
I froze.
For a few seconds, I convinced myself that medication had confused him.
“I’m here, sweetheart.”
His brow tightened. Then he whispered again.
“I’m here, Diane.”
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“I’m here, sweetheart.”
“Daniel?”
His lips moved.
I leaned closer.
“Diane…”
I froze.
For a few seconds, I convinced myself that medication had confused him.
“I’m here, sweetheart.”
His brow tightened. Then he whispered again.
“I’m here, Diane.”
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