The Ghost Surgeon: My Ruthless Ex's Obsession

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eyes wide. "You can't be i

atched Bronwyn. He saw the shift in her

bbed a pair of sterile gloves from th

Kelly clamp,"

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. She didn't look at her uncle'

and into the open

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guided the clamp blindl

ming alarm stopped.

," the nurse said,

ere soaked in red. She stripped them of

he resident. "Pack it and

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you learn t

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go," she

had been waiting silently down the hall. "Take her to the car