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Rosie blinked. “Wait. You think she’s…” “Doesn’t matter what I think,” Nenah said softly. “Matters what she needs.” At that moment, she wasn’t a server on a double shift. She was a woman who knew what it meant to feel helpless. Who’d watched her own mother lose her independence inch by inch. Who’d read every piece of literature she could find on neuromuscular continue reading …
