If it should be That I grow weak
Morgan Dylan sat in stony silence. No one told her where Bradley was. Jax and her father were back inside her hospital room and, what was worse than her father’s presence and Bradley’s unknown whereabouts, the pain killers were beginning to lose their effect and her upcoming surgery was only minutes away. She was scared more than she cared to admit in front of her father. Morgan turned away from everyone, casting her eyes out of the small window, grimacing in pain. She forced herself to remain still even though she wished to grab her shoulder. “Morgan?” Her father’s voice made her bristle. She decided to ignore it. “Bradley will be here soon. I’m sure of it,” He spoke softly, with that all too well-known hint of stern authority. “But you can’t
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