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looked like it had been chosen from the hospital gift shop without thought. Pink carnations. Baby’s breath. A ribbon that said Get Well Soon in silver letters.

She placed them on the windowsill and looked at Emma like she was visiting someone with the flu.

“Poor thing,” she said. “She looks pale.”

Derek stood by the wall, arms crossed.

My father cleared continue reading …