Do Not Contact The Patient

Nora almost ran.

I saw it in her feet first. One step backward, heel lifting, body turning toward the alley mouth. Fear made people simple. Door. car. home. child. Anything but the paper in Mara's hand.

"Nora," I said.

She shook her head. "I can't. I can't do this."

"Look at me."

"No, you don't...

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