My Wife's Silent Witness
ness had
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Something was ov
ched, my
to open
pit
voices outs
' s voic
eacting. He
alm. "Mrs. Miller, this was a severe ana
, smooth and mocking. "He probably ate
ghed. A shor
calm him down and send him
eeds to be monitored. We need to adm
n' t do anything aggressive. He' s probably
owns this hospital. Surely y
t want a fuss," Isabella c
teps
felt like
. She told them to let
to me changed i
lightness, like
was still there, but
l out her name
ing, look
he bed. Pale, str
ines wer
harp pull. I was
jo
se yelling. "Docto
d in. "What did Mrs. Mil
said he was faking," the nu
t the crash cart! To hell with what she said, I' m
A tiny
gain, Julian beside her,
she demanded. "I s
Miller. He needs immediate, aggressive tre
on the bed. Her eyes we
me to forget Julian and focus on him. He knows I don' t
he' s right, Doc.
at her, horrifie
sson," Isabella said, turning awa
t of stren
in was
ned into one lo
tli
d up aga
cover my face
ook back. She walked ou
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