Forty-Eight Hours
It was Natalia.
I know it was Natalia because I looked up and she was standing in the doorway with a box of tissues in her hand, and she made a sound that I will not attempt to reproduce, and she did not come into the room.
She went back down the hallway and I heard her say something and then I heard Fernando.
He came in fast.
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