As Micah’s words sink in, my mood shifts. Suddenly, despite the sunlight’s warmth, I feel very cold. My eyes sting with tears, and I think of looking up at the doctor’s flashlight only moments ago and willing myself out of that hospital room and back here.
Back to Magnolia.
The gravity of what I’ve done strikes like a thunderclap.
I look at Micah, who continues to grasp my arm. “Did I die, Micah?”
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