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The sound was not a bang, but a steady, high-pitched whine. It was the sound of a heart monitor flatlining.

Skye Sterling could feel the cold seeping into her marrow, starting at her fingertips and clawing its way up toward her chest. The operating theater was blindingly white, a sterile purgatory where she was bleeding out. Her uterus had been removed in a desperate attempt to stop the hemorrhaging caused by stress-induced organ failure, but the blood wouldn’t clot. It just kept flowing—warm and sticky—pooling beneath her on the steel table.

She couldn’t move her head, but her eyes, heavy with the weight of death, drifted to the phone held by the trembling nurse. The nurse had put it on speaker.

“Mr. Kensington,” the nurse’s voice cracked, thick with panic. “Please, your wife… the surgery… she’s critical. We need you to come p>

There was a pause on the other end. A silence that stretched longer than Skye’s remaining lifespan. Then, a giggle. Light and airy, like wind chimes in a summer breeze.

Seraphina Miller.

[Source](https://docs.google.com/document/d/17nI6IVUtSmGqRUyjF9CnHpD47UPiEtdWVOPWbMQjzP4/edit?tab=t.0#heading=h.gaezg9qscu8)

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