My Dying Breath, His Endless Regret

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air of his office. He looked at me wit

motherapy, you have six

a shock. It was a confirmation of the weakness that had been creepi

gentle, "we need a family member to sign th

strangers. They took me in after my mother died, but only as a duty. Their world was poli

only one p

hus

. I clung to that fact, a

hospital. His name was at the top of my cont

twice, then we

I need to talk to

again. V

ht to voicemail. He

d to tremble.

come home? I

rep

washed over me, and I leaned against the cold brick wall of the hospital, my breath catching

rn mansion in a gated community, felt more like a museum than

, his face set in its usual cold, handsome lines.

, my voice bar

scanned me, from my too-thin frame to

yourself for attention again? Trying

zed. He glanced at it, and a flicker

e softening. "Yes, I have it. The award for

vered box from the console table-Savannah's award. H

leaded. "Li

is back to me. "I don't

r clicked shut, leaving me al