My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

Low. Urgent. Too quiet for the nurses to hear but not quiet enough for my sedated mind to block out.

“The doctor said she’ll barely remember anything,” Michael said. His voice was calm. Clinical. “The medication keeps her pretty out of it.”

“Good.” That was Eleanor. Sharp and certain. “Then we move quickly.”

“I just need her fingerprint.”

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