The Door That Wouldn’t Stop Banging
At 3:00 a.m., the knocking wasn’t just loud.
It was desperate.
The kind of pounding that doesn’t belong to impatience or confusion—it belongs to fear.
I jolted awake on the couch, heart already racing before my mind caught up. The emergency room shift had ended less than an hour earlier. I still had my …
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