The moment Caroline walked inside, her knees nearly gave out.<\/p>\n
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Grace lay curled on the white sheet, face pale, breaths quick and uneven. Her eyes were wide, shimmering with tears that clung to her lashes.<\/p>\n
But it wasn\u2019t her daughter\u2019s fear that made Caroline\u2019s stomach drop \u2014 it was the stack of paperwork sitting on the tray beside the bed.<\/p>\n
A medical consent form. \nAlready signed. \nHer sister\u2019s name \u2014\u00a0not hers<\/em>\u00a0\u2014 scribbled at the bottom.<\/p>\n
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Caroline stared at it, feeling something inside her twist painfully.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2026\u201d Grace whispered, voice trembling. \u201cThey told me you were too busy to come.\u201d<\/p>\n
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