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Meeting the O’Hannigans
Emilee gasped as she stumbled forward, clinging to the crutches, fighting for balance.
He had warned me his mother was old before her time. This could be his grandmother.
A slim woman, her hair cut in a short bob, stood in the door opening, glancing down at Emilee. She was as tall as Connor. When she repeated her statement, Emilee noticed that mother and son shared the same nose.
Emilee took a step forward. “Where is he? Please tell me.”
The woman didn’t move, still unsmiling. She shrugged. “Oh, I thought you were Emilee. We’ve received word of a feisty young lady studying at Oxford. If you’re looking for Dr. O’Hannigan, you’ll have to take the hallway down to the clinic. That is, if he has an opening today.” She stepped back and indicated with her right ha
