In the next moment, the gray-haired doctor reappeared in the threshold of the waiting room, catching my eye behind his glasses. His somber gaze communicated something man-to-man, something primal. I didn’t know if I was imagining it. It couldn’t be. Suddenly I wondered if he’d moved the older couple to give us privacy. No, no, no. I found myself shaking my head. The doctor walked toward us, his lined face falling into grave folds. “Mr. and Mrs. Bennett? I’m Mark Chen, head of emergency surgery.” Lucinda jumped up. “How is she?” “Please have a seat.” Dr. Chen gestured to the chair, then sat
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