Arriving at her room
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They stopped at a door near the end of the hallway. A small plaque read “Evelyn Harris” in neat silver letters. Claire turned to Paul and smiled gently.
“She’s been talking about you, you know. Every time we ask about her past, she brings up a young man who reminded her of hope.” Paul’s throat tightened painfully at the words.
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