"Don't worry about it, Beckett's handling everything," Micah said softly, confident that the other man was doing his job and well. He didn't know what else to say. Now that everything was registering, he was beginning to realize that Emma was gone. Why else would the paramedics have stopped working on her? "What happened?" he asked, "Can you tell me? You don't have to. We can wait. It can wait."
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