The labor-and-delivery unit at St. Brigid’s Medical Center in Chicago had a peculiar way of distorting time. Minutes stretched into something heavy and oppressive, pressing down on a woman’s chest as if they carried weight. Grace Waverly lay on a narrow hospital bed beneath unforgiving fluorescent lights that hollowed every face. Her fingers clutched the metal rails until her knuckles …
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