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“She won’t.”

Richard looks at me sharply.

I straighten, my jaw tightening. “Sloane is going to live.”

Richard opens his mouth, but I cut him off, stepping closer.

“She’s going to live.”

I say it again. And again. Chanting it like a prayer.

Because the alternative?

I refuse to accept it.

I refuse to think it.

But they are taking fucking long. The doors to the operating room have been closed for wha