The darkness was thick and heavy, pressing down on claire from all sides.She tried to open her eyes but her lids felt weighted, glued shut. Her body wouldn't respond to her commands. She couldn't move her fingers or her toes or anything.Am I dead?The thought drifted through her mind slowly.Maybe this was what death felt like. Floating in nothingness, aware but not alive."My baby." The thought jolted through her like electricity. She tried harder to move, to wake up, to do something.A beeping sound reached her ears. Steady, rhythmic like a machine.Hospitals have machines and dead people don't go to hospitals.She forced her eyes open. The light was dim, not the harsh fluorescent glare of the operating room. Her vision was blurry, unfocused. Shapes moved in and out of clarity."Claire?"A voice. Male. Familiar but not Jeff's.She blinked hard, trying to clear her sight. A face materialized above her. Older, lined with worry.Howard Anderson. Jeff's grandfather."Claire, can you h
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