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... hite, devoid of the faintest hint of color even on her lips.
Dr. Janell stooped down and looked at Cheryl Forrest, “Madam Tuchman, I am…”
His sentence was arrested mid-air by Cheryl, “I want to see Miss Thompson.”
All she wished was to see Viola Thompson.
Women have a strange, and yet incredibly keen sixth sense.
She had an inkling…
...
That there was something suspicious about these difficult labor pains.
She was scared.
Bu ...
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