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Chapter 26

作者: Kathy L. Senior
last update 公開日: 2026-04-30 22:21:27

JASON

Even after I arrived at the hospital that morning, I still felt annoyed.

I hated admitting it, especially to myself, but Karen had gotten under my skin. She had ignored me the night before, walked away without a proper explanation, and left me standing there like I meant nothing. The memory of it stayed with me all through the drive to work, and even after changing into my coat and beginning rounds, the irritation sat heavily in my chest.

Normally, work had a way of clearing my head. Pati
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    KARENGerald did not knock.He never knocked when it was something serious. When it was routine, he would tap twice, wait for my voice, then come in with a file already open and a sentence halfway out of his mouth. But this time, the door swung open quietly, and he stepped in with that particular walk of his—measured, careful, like every step had been rehearsed.I knew that walk. I recognized it before he had even fully crossed the doorway.Something had dropped. And it was bad.I leaned back slightly in my chair, watching him as he closed the door behind him. He did not rush. He never rushed when he carried bad news. He slowed down instead, as if dragging it out would somehow soften the landing.It never did.“Morning, Gerald,” I said, keeping my voice steady.“Good morning, Ms Karen,” he nodded stiffly. That alone told me enough.“What’s up?” I asked.For a second, he just stood there, like he was deciding where to begin. Then he moved forward and took the seat across from me, placi

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