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M. J. Padgett

Chapter Sixteen

Adaline’s doctor told us that some coma patients responded to loved ones talking to them, reading aloud, or playing music. We regularly read her favorite books and played music from her playlists, but it all felt so impersonal to me. I read the words, but they never felt like they had reached her. I was reading verses from her favorite poetry book, but my mind kept wandering, leading me to a memory from sophomore year. I put the book down and turned to my journal.

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