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JJ sat next to Rachel’s bed. She felt mildly guilty holding the girl’s hand, because JJ’s own hands were still cold, and because JJ suspected she was doing it more for her own benefit than for Rachel’s. The child looked lost in a sea of white sheets, and the IVs and oxygen mask made her look even more fragile, made JJ fear she could damage the tiny hand. But there was no doubt Rachel was alive, and that was nothing short of amazing. That was worth celebrating.
JJ heard a light knock at the door before Grant entered. “There’s another chair—” she said.
“No, I can’t stay. I just wanted to see how she’s doing.” He stood next to JJ, and together they watched the girl intently, as if something might change at any moment. Grant already knew, from her intake, that Rachel hadn’t been sexually
