Alexander's POVBy ten in the morning, the waiting room had gone quiet in the particular way places do when the people inside them have simply run out of things to say.Grandma Rose had tried, valiantly, to keep some semblance of normalcy going, murmuring softly to Aiden when he stirred, asking James quiet questions about the company that neither of them particularly cared about answering. But the conversation kept dying out, swallowed by the low hum of the vending machine and the distant, muffled sound of a phone ringing somewhere down the hall, and eventually she gave up trying entirely, simply sitting beside me in silence, her hand occasionally finding mine.I checked my watch. 10:04. Two hours since they'd taken her back.*Six to eight hours,* I reminded myself. *This is nothing. This is barely the beginning.*It didn't help. Every minute felt like its own small eternity, stretched thin and unbearable, and I understood, somewhere around the third or fourth time I checked my watch
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