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It was a short piece about a rehabilitation program for children at the same hospital.
And then I couldn’t find any follow-up or updates about the project.
I kept digging and tracked down the names mentioned in the article. I sent messages and emails, pretending to be an investigator.
I almost gave up around midnight.
Then, one reply came through.
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She said that families had been counting on that funding, planning around it.
They had to figure things out on their own.
And when the call ended, I knew exactly what I had to do next.
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The following morning, I stepped out into the hospital hallway and made another call I didn’t want to make.
“My name is Claire. I’m calling about Ethan.”
“And you are?” the man asked.
“I’m his ex-wife.”