So he sat on the hard, coldstep with his arms around her and let her cry, his heart aching for her,his own tears rolling down into the thick tangle of her honey-blondhair. But he would wait. He hit another button and the screen before himwent blank. He couldn't look at her like this-when she seemed most precious, mostvulnerable-without having emotion kick him in the belly with all thestrength of a mule.
But they'rein the hospital, Mitch said. I know what's at stake, Ellen. His name is Josh, and you'd better believehe's alive, because we're all the hope he's got. A van thatlooked something like yours--older, light-colore You didn't see a vanlike that, did you? No.
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