Real pain.
I leaned closer to the screen, my breath shallow.
One of the photos slipped slightly, turning toward the camera.
And that’s when I saw it.
A hospital room.
A woman in a bed.
Pale.
Weak.
Smiling faintly.
Holding his hand.
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Real pain.
I leaned closer to the screen, my breath shallow.
One of the photos slipped slightly, turning toward the camera.
And that’s when I saw it.
A hospital room.
A woman in a bed.
Pale.
Weak.
Smiling faintly.
Holding his hand.
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