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... his tone sounded anxious and helpless, even tinged with a hint of regret.
This left too much to her imagination.
Her heart burning with anxiety, she told the taxi driver, "Driver, to Crestview Hospital."
The car hadn’t even come to a full stop at the hospital entrance when she grabbed her bag and the box of cookies she had made for Theodore Grant, and jumped out.
Crestview Hospital was different today.
There were so many staff members bustling in and out. ...
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