“You mean it’s … terminal?” Anwen’s arms tightened around her three-year old daughter as she cast a glance at her husband Dermot. The girl cradled against her squeaked, so she loosened her embrace. The doctor sat on the front of his desk instead of behind it. He’d drawn a screen across the window to soften … Continue reading Against the Odds
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