The next night, Ashure gripped Tonya’s hand as they rode up the elevator. Tonight would probably be the last opportunity they had for a while to do this, and he knew that time was running out. Tonya squeezed his hand when the doors slid open. Colorful decorations, balloons, and stuffed animals filled the Shriner’s Children’s Hospital corridors.
They turned left and followed the signs on the wall down to the last room on the left. He tightened his hold on the stuffed unicorn in his hand. Tonya lifted her free hand and knocked on the partially closed door before pushing it open. A cartoon show played on the television while a man sat in the chair under it, staring blindly into space. Behind the privacy curtain, they could hear the soft voice of a woman reading a story.
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