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Levi
It was obvious by the way Meg’s shoulders folded inward that she had believed––as I did––that Harper’s condition was temporary and would be short-lived. Her hand movement had seemed like proof that she would be awake soon and enjoying her life as a little girl should.
Deep down, I had assumed that the child would be up and talking to us any day now, but her doctor’s stern warning implied that might not happen for months or even years. Although he hadn’t explicitly stated it, the insinuation hung heavily in the air that Harper might not ever wake up.
Stella’s face was sheet-white as she looked from her daughter to her granddaughter. I knew she blamed me for this, and I couldn’t deny my culpability. But I also couldn’t bring myself to leave this room or Meg’s side. If my departur
