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Kira had never been to Kori’s clinic before, but she knew where it was. The private child therapy practice was located in the upper floor of an office building in a quieter part of the downtown area of La Valentia. She recognized both Kori’s and Nick’s cars in the parking lot as Trevor pulled in.
Her jaw cracked as her mouth gaped opened in yet another yawn that made her eyes water. She lightly smacked her own cheeks and shook herself. She couldn’t afford to fall asleep now.
Sleep…
The very idea of collapsing into her own bed—collapsing anywhere for that matter—seemed heavenly. Her head was pounding constantly now. It’s throbbing pulse beat out a steady rhythm that made it hard to focus. Her arms and legs felt like wet noodles—limp appendages that required almost all of her effort t
