Like Charon, the ferryman, I’d accompanied Penelope from trauma bay number three to operating room number three and finally deposited her inert form in intensive care unit bed number three. Now, I was standing before her ICU room for the third day in a row.
I closed my eyes for a moment, gathering the strength to cross the threshold. The steady rhythm, …
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