Dr. Perez grips the file in front of her like a shield. “We did everything we could.” We did everything . . . The room quivers around me. Detective Archer grabs my arm, and I realize I’m the one who’s shaking. “No.” I squeeze my eyes shut. This isn’t happening. It’s not real. “No. He’s in recovery. He’s fine.” “I’m so sorry.” Dr. Perez approaches my mother and presses a small metal band into the palm of her hand. “I thought you might want this.” Mom uncurls her fingers and crumples when she sees what’s inside, a sob catching in her throat. I catch a flash of gold before she clutches it to her
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