…“It’s about my son,” she repeated, her voice barely holding together. “He’s dying.”
Everything inside me went still.
For a second, the noise of the hospital—the doors sliding open, the distant beeping, people talking—faded into nothing. Just those words, hanging between us like something heavy and irreversible.
I let go of her arm slowly.
“What?” I asked, my voice colder …
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