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The ER was busy even at night.
I sat on a chair with my hand in my lap and waited. My phone on the chair kept ringing — the contact label said "Alex," and the calls came incessantly.
Mark — his name was Mark Sullivan — finished paying and asked, "You didn't pick up?"
I shook my head and stared at his ring.
His eyes flicked to my arm — briefly pained, then pulled away, then reached out almost to console me and froze.
After a long breath he said, "Claire. Evelyn left something at my place. I think you should see it." I agreed.
