Her heartbeat vanished from the grid. One moment, the pacemaker whispered faithfully to her Apple Watch; the next, the line went flat, as if someone had reached into the dark and turned her off like a light. Blood smeared the floor. A door wrenched open. An empty bed still warm. An aging mother, stolen with the precision of someone who knew exac
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