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e was a death knell in
d to answer. "Hello?" My vo
from St. Mary's Hospital." The voice on
heart pounding. "My grandm
Fitzpatrick, your grandmother is not doing well. She suffered acute h
pped. "Is she...
nction is extremely fragile. She must undergo bypass s
... as soon
is fifty thousand dollars. Please come to the hospital to handl
and dollars
ountains, crushing t
nto the floor. The tears finally ca
poor. I hated Ethan for his betrayal,
er's life hanging in the balanc
the man lying comatose in a hospital bed
s, Miss Fitzpatrick." His
ty, my principles-they were worthless wh
d ran to the kitchen, digging fr
s, pizza crusts, and food wrappers,
icky filth that coated my fingers and
tract. They were wrinkled and stained with coffee
, and spread them on the table li
ains, but I saw that at the bottom, where the signatures went, Alistair Beaum
hands still shaking, an
nce before som
line. He didn't sound surprised at all. "You've made y
lid down my cheek. My voice was eerily calm. "I agre
me
. My grandmother needs
ay, "Done. Alfred will pick you up in half an hour. We'll go to
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