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"Dear God, I'm going to die." |
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Though she'd been thinking the words for hours, hearing them said aloud in her own hoarse, desperate voice made Josie Belmont cringe. The movement sent another wave of agony cascading through her body. Thunder shook her bed, reminding Josie of the storm raging outsidethe storm that prevented any hope of rescue, leaving Josie on her own. |
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Her husband hovered somewhere at the edges of her consciousness, but he could do nothing more than hold her hand and sponge her sweating brow. During childbirth, a woman learned the true meaning of solitude. The world became a struggle between one's self and one's body. |
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Despite her exhaustion, Josie gathered a last re- |
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