I Saved a Little Girl on My First Day as a Doctor – When the Sheriff Knocked on My Door the Next Morning, My Blood Ran Cold

“That’s not unusual.”

“How many?” I asked.

“Five,” Boone said. “Right now.”

I sat down, trying to process that.

“And no one’s figured out why?”

“There’s no clear link. Different neighborhoods, schools, and backgrounds.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” I muttered.

“Exactly.”

“How do you even know all this?”

He hesitated.

Then he continue reading …