“Unlocking Secrets: What Lies Within Carrie Mac’s Mysterious Three Envelopes?”
“Yes, but I—”
And then he’s pushing past me and marching out of the room, down the hall, and out the automatic doors. We all trail after him, like a parade. Stephanie, her brother, her sons and the daughter-in-law with the babe in arms, the toddler with his thumb in his mouth, and me.
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There are three ambulances, but only ours has all the doors shut. The others are open, the paramedics making up the cots and tidying up the back.
“This one?” Stephanie’s husband bangs a tinted window with his fist.
