I stared at the bullet wound in Andrew’s back, how it drenched bandage after bandage with crimson blood. I felt faint. Tears sprung to my eyes. “No,” I declared. “No, I won’t leave him.” “I’m sorry, ma’am, but it’s not my decision,” Jim said, grabbing my arm. “Andrew ordered us to prioritize your
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