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Amelia’s eyes dropped,   just for a second,
understanding  all too well how it felt to be
in Teddy’s place.  Hadn’t she, herself, said
the exac t same  before?  A  neurosurgeon
with a  brainless baby  –  it would’ve been
funny if it weren’t so tragic.  Someone out
there had a sick sense of humor. She gave
a nod in return.

               “Yeah. That’s exactly what it is.  It’s…awful and
                painful and  it  doesn’t  make  any  sense.  We
                spend  our  entire lives saving others,  but  we
                can’t save the ones we love. There is no piece
                of anyone who can survive that and be okay.”

“I   guess   I’m  part   of   some   sick    club    now,
huh?”    Teddy     laughed     humorlessly,     green
eyes   dark  with  g r i e f  and  s a d n e s s .  She
wasn’t  truly  angry  at the world, though  the world
wasn’t hard to hate;  no, she was tired  —  tired  of
the injustice that had been her life for months now. 

                 “The   club  for  people  with  dead  husbands.
                Dead  wives.  Dead  moms; dead dads. Dead
                babies. They all just freaking die, and there’s
                nothing we can do about it!”