Epigraph Four

  "I woke up there, white sheets and bandages on my wrist. At the edge I sat, counting fingers.

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  Pain, it has to end. She took my aching hands. Mom, I want to live. I don’t remember saying that,

  just her soft voice…"

  Va’an Marthell