Arriving at her room
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They stopped at a door near the end of the hallway. A small plaque read “Bethany Collins” in neat silver letters. Louise turned to Megan and smiled gently. “She’s been talking about you, you know.
Every time we ask about her past, she brings up a young woman who reminded her of hope.” Megan’s throat tightened painfully at the words.
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