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ingers, landing on the pl
keys, my pu
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's, dining with his former flame, model Sophie Price. Sources say the two
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fear making my stomach clench. Maria White, the nurse who cared for
nds trembling. "About an hour ago, a Miss Sophie came to
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ld. The patient suffered a massive, sudden cere
uzzing hum. My grandmother. The only family I h
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scrubs. The fabric twisted in my fist. "That's impossi
rophic level," Dr. Wright explained gently. "It'
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her shoulders. "What did Sophie say to my grandm
. she said you'd never be a real Sterling. That
watch your precious granddaughter get thrown out
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my phone. I dialed the number I knew by heart. It
impatience. I could hear faint laught
devoid of the hurricane raging insid
r that, Emilia. I'll have my ass
itated her
ensive. "Emilia, don't be ridiculous. So
d. "Kind? You're with her on our anniversary
act, Emilia. Don't forge
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