The Silence Between Raindrops
The Silence Between Raindrops The clinic door was the kind of automatic door that didn't work, so Vivian pushed it open with her shoulder and stepped into a waiting room that smelled of iodine and bad decisions. It was three in the morning, which in Los Angeles meant it was either too late for decent things or too early for terrible ones. This clinic occupied the grey zone between. There was...
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