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I hid my shaking hands in my lap. “What do you mean?”
“You cannot die.” There was a warning in his statement, and his sage eyes held mine with the utmost seriousness. “They’ll never recover if you do.”
I wanted to laugh, but only managed a short breathy exhale. “That’s silly.” I tried to wave off my increasing unease. “They thought I was dead, as Bailey, and everything was fine. It wouldn’t be a big deal.”
Dr. Stephens frowned, and something in the way he looked at me in response made me want to crawl out of my chair and hide.
I wanted to ask another question, but this time I wasn’t nearly so brave.
Still, it replayed over and over again in my thoughts.
Who, orwhat, was Bailey?
