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“You’re sure?” I asked, clenching the phone tighter.
“That’s what the hospital’s blood work shows us, Mr. Marx,” Officer Dean replied from the other end of the line.
I held my breath, tired of the painful inhales and exhales, and looked over at Raven. Nothing had changed since I last checked her over a minute before. Same machines hooked up to her. Same bruised hands. Same cast on the arm. Same closed eyes.
She looks dead.
I hated myself for that awful thought, but it couldn’t be helped. I’d carry the image of Danica’s lifeless body with me for the rest of my days. I didn’t want to have to carry a mirror one featuring my daughter as well.
“Things are looking good.” That’s what the doctor had said. There was a high chance Raven would wake up sometime in the next few days. Hopef
