with perfect clarity.
Sliding my car into the first open spot I could find, hands shaking so badly I could barely shift into park, and the automatic doors of the ER whooshing open like a mouth.
The smell hit me first.
Antiseptic and fear.
A nurse in bright blue scrubs walked straight up to me like she had been waiting. “Kendall?” she asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.continue reading …
