"“It would help if you told me the truth,” the doctor said as he dried his hands. He faced the sink and a bank of enormous windows with pale-yellow painted frames. He ground his teeth together, trying to retain his professional composure. He turned around again and confronted the young woman who was perched in her silky slip on the edge of the draped table."

Refugee by Rivka Jacobs (click here to read on…)
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