Chapter 9 Scent

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"Is he breathing on his own? Please, tell me the pulse oximeter hasn't dipped below ninety-five."

I huddled in the corner of the oversized velvet armchair in the guest suite, my voice a frantic thrum as I pressed the burner phone to my ear. The suite was a masterpiece of French...

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