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" I’m going to kill her. My dying mother is going to die of suffocation when I cover her head with a pillow. “Mom,” I hiss, and she rolls to her side and mumbles something I can’t make out, so I start a panic search for her phone, but come up empty-handed. “I’m going to kill you,” I tell her when the doorbell goes off. “Have fun, honey.” “You’re lucky you’re dying,” I grumble. I hear her laugh and say, “I heard that,” as I make my way from her room to the front door. "
― Aurora Rose Reynolds , Fighting to Breathe (Shooting Stars, #1)