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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Vanessa When the Walls Close In

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I found Vanessa in the family waiting room at the end of the corridor.

She heard me come in.

She did not turn around immediately. She sat for a moment with her back to me and I watched her shoulders do something, a small involuntary movement, the specific adjustment of a person who knows what is coming and is trying to find somewhere inside themselves to put it before it arrives.

Then she turned.

She looked at my face.

And I watched her understand.

Not partially. Not with the managed uncertaint
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