When there’s no light, and there’s no heart because it’s gone, broken, and you’re falling into a bottomless pit, what’s left?
Nechama swivels around on her chair, to where Galit is making a note on the whiteboard. “Choose a number, any number, between one thousand and five thousand.”
“You don’t have anything better to do with your lunch break?”
Nechama checks the time on her phone. “Supper break. We missed lunch with the emergency C-section, remember?”
Galit grins. “The look on that guy’s face when we put those two little girls into his arms. Precious.”
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