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... ry weak," Norman insisted, sitting in front of me on the bed and holding a bowl of soup.
I had woken up a few hours ago after another big nap and had managed to shift and begin healing. But the inner wounds would take a lot longer. I would still break down now and then when I thought about my child.
It had only been three days and I kept waking up and passing out.
"I went there to help Emmet out," I started speaking again, not about my baby this time, but about why I was ...
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