At 3:17 A.M., I was completely alone in the morgue when something beneath the white sheet suddenly caught my eye…

was a strange emptiness to her file, like her death had moved faster than the facts around it.

I finally walked over to the stretcher.

The sheet had been folded neatly below her shoulders. Someone in the ER had cleaned her face. Her hair was still brushed back. If not for the stillness, she looked like a woman resting after a long night.

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