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She wasn’t going to.
Not yet anyway.
She didn’t want the invasion of medical examiners, ambulance drivers, or even the McVays.
Kathryn caught Kyle’s eye and they stared at each other a moment. He heaved a sigh and laid his head next to Heather’s on her pillow, looking all the world like he just wanted to sleep next to her one more time. His shoulders shook and he gripped Heather’s shoulder in a manic hug. He wept through gritted teeth—the quietness of his weeping in contrast to the raw sharpness of his pain.
She knew he was in pain. She could see it. She felt it. The whole room hurt. The air mattress cried, too. And Sophia sat like a statue, her ears flattened back against her head.
Kathryn put on her other boot and left the room. She stuffed her hands into her coat pocke
