Bonnie shook her head sadly. She stepped forward until she was in front of me. She took my hand and brought it to her chest, right over where her heart was. “Cromwell, my heart is literally broken.” Her wet lashes left marks on the top of her cheeks as she closed her eyes. “I have heart failure, Cromwell.” She smiled sadly. Devastatingly. “My heart is dying.” It was as if a strong wind blew into the room. I couldn’t breathe. My chest pulled tight, so tight that I felt it ripping at my muscles. “My heart is dying…” “No,” I said, my voice sounding hoarse and graveled. “No…” I gripped Bonnie’s
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