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Maggie sat in the waiting room. Her head was bent so she stared at the floor. Around her were the anxieties of half a dozen other people, but she couldn’t focus on anything other than her thoughts. The gurney, the ambulance ride, all were fresh in her mind.
She glanced at her watch. Two hours. That’s how long it’d been since she’d seen her father. He’d tried to smile for her, but his strength was waning when the doctors took him into the emergency room. She was relegated to await news, good or bad, and stew in her panicked thoughts.
“Miss O’Hara?”
Maggie jerked her head up. Before her stood a young man in an operating gown. A blue bandanna covered his head above his eyebrows.
He smiled down at her. “You are Miss O’Hara, aren’t you?”
She jumped to her feet and nodded. “Ye
