That night, the hospital room felt smaller than before—like the walls had leaned in to listen.
The laptop arrived just after midnight.
My old law school mentor, Dr. Hayes, didn’t ask questions when he saw my hands shaking as I took it. He only placed it on the tray table and said quietly, “Whatever you’re about to open… make sure you’re ready to understand it.”
“I don’t think I have a choice,” I said.
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