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124. THE LAST REQUEST

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The request came when the ICU had settled into its deepest, most hollow quiet. Noah’s eyes opened once more, the clarity within them fragile but sharp.

Lydia leaned forward instantly. “I’m right here, Noah.”

His gaze held hers, full of an unspoken sorrow, before it shifted past her toward the door. “Ad… ri… an…”

The name felt like a strike. Lydia stiffened, her protective instincts flaring. “What about him? Why do you want him?”

His fingers moved weakly, a clear, beckoning gesture. “Ta
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    By Monday morning, Vera Lin had made a decision. She wasn't going to sit quietly and watch Lydia's Heart take over the neighborhood. If Lydia wanted a competition... Vera would give her one. The first change appeared before the bakery even opened. A large red banner was placed across the front of Lin's Bakery.GRAND REOPENING SPECIAL30% OFF ALL PASTRIES Mei stared at it in disbelief. “Thirty percent?" Vera stood beside her, arms crossed. “Yes." "That's a lot." "We need customers." "We've never offered thirty percent before." "Then it's time." Mei hesitated. “Won't we lose money?" Vera looked across the street. Lydia's Heart was already preparing for the morning rush.“We'll make it back." She turned toward her bakery. “Once people remember us, they'll come back." *** The promotion worked. By nine o'clock, Lin's Bakery had a line. By ten, the tables were full. Vera smiled triumphantly from behind the counter. “See?" Mei forced a smile. “Yes." "We're still here." Acros

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    The hallway smelled like antiseptic and exhaustion. It clung to Lydia’s skin, seeped into her lungs, and settled somewhere deep inside her bones. She hadn’t slept—not really, and certainly not in any way that counted. Every time her eyes closed, she saw the line: flat, endless, and final. Then sh

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    Lydia stepped out of the examination room with the envelope clutched tightly in her hand. Too tight. The thin paper crinkled under her grip, but she didn’t loosen it. Inside it—seven weeks of a truth she wasn’t ready to face. Seven weeks of something that could destroy what little control she had l

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