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Beep … beep … beep.
Anna’s eyes squinted open. Why am I hearing a vital signs monitor? A fluorescent light dangled overhead. Her abdomen covered by a threadbare sheet. She lay on a gurney, an IV pumping fluid into her arm. So, those were her vitals she was hearing. Estrella was bowed over the bed, rosary clutched in her hands. Must be serious.
Were they in an accident? Estrella looked fine. Her eyes darted around the room. But where the hell was Art? Her heart rate spiked, and Estrella’s eyes flashed open. “You’re awake!” She kissed her rosary and jumped on the bed.
The room spun as Anna fought for a breath. “Where’s Art?” she wheezed.
“Thank Mary, you’re okay!” Springs squeaked, Estrella’s lips squishing against her cheek. “I was seconds away from stealing Papi’s copter and air
