Tegan would get better as her leg healed; it wasn’t a permanent disability. She was already stronger than she had been. Ruthlessly, I put the past where it belonged and asked, “Are you still working with Doc?” She nodded. “I’ve learned a lot. He says I have a real knack and I might be able to take over doctoring someday.” “You don’t mind dealing with sick and injured people?” That required a fortitude I didn’t possess. “No. It makes me feel good, actually. With Doc’s help, I’m learning how to make a difference.” At the school back in the ruins, I remembered Stalker yelling how she had no
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