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My sister ripped the heart monitor from my hospital bed while I was still struggling to breathe, then looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Stop pretending, Claire. Nobody believes you’re dying.” My mother sat beside the window, watching the whole thing. She didn’t even put down her coffee.
Chapter 2 For several seconds, I couldn’t speak. I stared at Margaret, hoping I’d misunderstood her, but the concern in her face told me otherwise. Even after years of being...