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Chapter 153: She Was Fine an Hour Ago
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... he blinds, brushing pale gold across the linoleum floor. The machines had settled into slower, steadier rhythms. Isabella’s fever had broken an hour ago. Her breathing was easier now.
She was still unconscious—but resting.
The worst was over—according to them.
I hadn’t moved from my spot. Her hand was still in mine.
The chair groaned softly as I adjusted my grip, brushing my thumb over her knuckles again. I hadn’t slept. Couldn’t.
My phone buzzed once agai ...
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