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The pain! It was so intense that Abby could have shrieked aloud. The skin of her upper body felt aflame; her insides heaved in agony. |
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She concentrated on breathing. Tears filled her eyes. She tried to focus on the source of the fiery torment: shoulder? Chest? Heart? |
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Surely it couldn't be serious. Mike had to live. But his mind reached out in his suffering, and she shared every iota of his pain. |
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Abby leaned on one of the many pillars that held up the low ceiling of the garage, ignoring Hannah's inquisitive stare. She did not recognize any of the paramedics. None of them had come to Mike's house during the fire. But the men and women who bent over Mike looked equally efficient. |
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She had tried to leap behind him, to be the one whom Lowell shot. But Mike, faster and stronger, had thrust her out of the way. |
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