Roberta's POV"No."The word came out quiet. "You're lying. She's not, she's not gone."The nurse's face stayed gentle and empty and sorry, and I looked at it and felt something in me refuse completely.""No." I stepped forward. "That's my daughter.""Ma'am—""That's my daughter." I moved past her to the bed. To Ziva. I took her face in both hands and really looked at it, the way you look at something you know, something you made, something that belongs to you. "She's not gone. You don't know her. She's not gone.""I'm so sorry—""You're not." My voice didn't shake. "You're not sorry. If you were sorry, you would have fought harder. If you were sorry you would have made the doctor come." I pulled Ziva gently toward me, one arm under her shoulders, and held her against my chest. Her head fell against my collarbone. "It's okay," I said into her hair. "It's okay, baby. Mommy's here." I rocked her.She was so still.""Do you remember the park?" I was rocking slightly. I didn't mean to. My
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