Chapter 8
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I texted my best friend to let her know I was safe and finally drifted into an uneasy sleep.
The phone rang, jolting me awake. It was 2:30 a.m., earlier than I’d expected.
“I’m here,” my boss said. “Come down and help me.”
When I reached her car, she looked pale, her frame so frail seemed a gust of wind could knock her over. As I helped her out, my hand brushed against something warm.
It was a urine bag.
What illness could leave her in such a state? How had she become this fragile?
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