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I rush to the hospital, heading towards the front desk. “W-w-where’s my mother, Em-Emily Taylor,”I stuttered, breathlessly to the lady at the front desk. The lady types something into the computer, not really sure what, but she looks at me then continues to type. I start taping my fingers against the counter getting too impatient. I need to know if she’s okay. “Ah, here it is, Emily Taylor. She was rushed into surgery immediately,” she replied. “Do you know what happened or if she is okay?” I asked. “All information is classified but she indeed is going to be just fine, trust me.” “Where can I wait for her?” The lady stopped typing to look up at me, “You can wait in the waiting room over there,” she says while holding up her finger pointing at the empty chairs and magazine filled coffee tables. I look over at the tables and see dad there hiding behind one of the magazines. “Thank you,” I reply. She nods her head and continues typing while I start to walk towards dad. “What happened?” I asked standing in front of him. “You’re mom got shot while we were at Mama’s.” “What the heck! How could you say that, so plainly! Have you contacted authorities?!” “Yes dear, I have right now the chief and some of the crew is at Mama’s investigating while some of the other crew members are guarding your mom’s surgery room.” “Do you know who did it?” “If I knew don’t you think I would’ve told the police already?” “Look, dad, I’m glad you’re back and all but don’t you think it’s awfully

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