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CHAPTER 76

Author: Nancy Grey
last update publish date: 2026-05-07 17:36:58

Anya's POV

We made our way through the hospital corridors—past the nurses' station where several nurses called out warm goodbyes and well-wishes, past other patients' rooms, through the main lobby with its institutional furniture and outdated magazines. People stared at me as we passed. I knew I still looked pretty bad—the bruises on my face were fading but still visible, and I moved stiffly and carefully like every motion hurt.

Let them stare. I was alive. That was more than Kennedy had intend
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