Chapter 3
As the ambulance turned through the stone gate and left the campus, she drew a sudden rattling breath as a spear of pain drove
through her midsection—it felt as if she had been run through with a broadsword—and that was it. That was where Gwen died:
a mile from the Podomaquassy hospital, thirty minutes from Eastern Maine Medical in Portland.
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