Chapter 125 The Miracle Of Life

Merritt POV

The smell of rubbing alcohol woke me up.

I blinked against the bright lights, my vision blurry. My head was pounding, and there was an IV taped to the back of my hand. I stared at the drop ceiling, trying to figure out where I was.

Then, the memory of the burning car hit me.

I shot u...

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