Angie Parker

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“Get me through tonight,” she said. “That’s all I need. Protect me. Don’t let it happen tonight. Enzo, please. You’re the only one who can help.” I will, I said. “You’re the only one. Don’t worry about that nurse; I sent her home.” I looked over to the corner, and the crinkly old woman was gone. “I don’t need her,” she said. “Only you can protect me. Please. Don’t let it happen tonight.” I didn’t sleep at all that night. I stood guard, waiting for the demon to show his face. The demon was coming for Eve, but he would have to get past me first, and I was ready.
The Art of Racing in the Rain
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