MARGARET
December 3rd 2007 CHAPTER TWO
MARGARET
Delia had expected to collect only a tiny corpse that morning.
She and Finbar had been up all night. The Indian doctor at Boston City Hospital had shown no optimism. Not a spark. His eyes were like black marbles. His skin was darker than anything Delia or Finbar had ever seen. A shade beyond black.
As dawn seeped through the kitchen curtains, D
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