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THE LAST BREATH

THANE'S POV

The room smells like metal and disinfectant, and I hate it.

My Dad’s breath rattles in his chest like something broken and his hand is twitching where it rests against the blanket. He’s pale, paler than I have ever seen him. Too still. This is the strongest man I know, and now he lo...