Had anyone suggested to Alexander Harrington that a scruffy boy wearing a torn shirt and a toy stethoscope would shatter the walls he’d built around his life, he would’ve laughed—probably with a cruel quip to match.
But that’s exactly how it started.
Alexander despised parks—especially on Sundays. And this one? He hated it more than most. The noise, the sticky-sweet …
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