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Chapter Forty Four
‘it’s about the night I was born’ Eric replied quietly, ‘I want to ask about what my mother said that night.’ Tensing slightly, Sherrie’s eyes became guarded as she surveyed the pair, ‘I'm not sure bringing that night up is a good idea Eric’ she said slowly. ‘Please Sherrie, I need to know exactly what occurred’ Eric asked as he reached over and took her hand in his, ‘I have a destiny to fulfil how can I do that if I'm not even sure about the words of the prophecy?’ Sighing, Sherrie nodded as she removed her hand from Eric’s and absent mindedly checked her patient’s IV, trying to put off the inevitable conversation. After waiting patiently for a few minutes, Eric finally cleared his throat to get her attention. Her shoulders dropping, Sherrie grabbed the stool that was sat in the corn
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