The phone rings… on the other end is a woman, probably middle-aged, with the usual concern and sincerity of a secretary.
“Is this the Whitt residence? I’m calling from the hospital*?”
“Yeah, this is Aimee.”
“Can I speak to one of your parents?”
“Sorry, they’re out right now. Is everything okay? Can I take a message?”
“It’s about Gemma, there was an
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