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succeed. Every detail of this day is etched into my memory, but I still can't look away as one of the doctors pulls the paddles aside and starts checking for a pulse. So many doctors and nurses, so much frantic action, and at the center of it all is one little boy who's dying because of a mistake I made.
    “It hurt so much,” Anthony's voice whispers in my ear. “All because you weren't paying attention and gave me the wrong pills.”
    I turn, but suddenly I realize my eyes are closed. Opening them, I find that I'm in the dark, silent kitchen. I must have nodded off for a moment and slipped into a dream. Reaching up, I touch the side of my face and feel cold sweat running down my cheeks. My heart is racing, pounding in my chest with so much force, I feel for a moment as if I might pass out.
    I get to my feet, but my legs are trembling and I quickly sit down again. Those dreams are always so vivid and so real, it's like I'm transported back to that awful day. I just wish I could stop reliving those moments, but then again...
    It's no more than I deserve. After all, the boy is right, and so is Father. I did kill Anthony Harper. I was sloppy and careless, and he died in agony because of my mistake.

Chapter Nine
     
    Rachel - Today
     
    “Number five, Harlock Drive,” I say again, making sure to pronounce each word as clearly as possible.
    “You searched for... Sherlock Holmes,” the laptop's voice replies. “Confirm?”
    “No!” I hiss, before letting out a sigh of frustration. This goddamn voice recognition software is driving me nuts, although I know the problem is at least partly on my end. After all, back when I could still see and I was living a normal life, I was always something of a mumbler.
    I pause for a moment, taking a deep breath.
    I can do this.
    “Search,” I say firmly. “Number five, Harlock Drive.”
    “You searched for... Numbering hive, Harlock Drive.”
    “Close enough,” I mutter. “Yes. Read search results.”
    “First result. Property listings for Harlock -”
    “Dismiss.”
    “Second result. Restaurants in Harlock -”
    “Dismiss.”
    “Third result. Community center and -”
    “Search within news category,” I tell the program, once again taking care to speak as clearly as possible.
    “Searching within news category.”
    I wait. This laptop is so old, it might as well be steam-powered.
    “First result. Local nurse in court over death of boy aged eight.”
    It can't be that.
    “Dismiss.”
    “Second result. Nurse accused over child's death.”
    “Dismiss.”
    “Third result. Harlock Drive nurse Alice Bradshaw faces review over fatal pill error.”
    I pause, before figuring that maybe I should at least check this one out.
    “Open link,” I tell the computer.
    I wait a moment, sitting alone on the bed and listening to the silence of the house. After a moment, the laptop's fan comes to life, whirring as the machine starts over-heating.
    “Read result,” I continue.
    “Alice Bradshaw,” the computer continues, “of five, Harlock Drive, made her first appearance in front of a review board on Monday, in connection with the death of eight-year-old Anthony Harper. Ms. Bradshaw, aged twenty-eight, stands accused of administering the wrong medication during a shift late last year, causing the young boy to die from a rare, fatal reaction to blood-thinning medication.”
    “She lived here,” I whisper. “She lived in this exact same house.”
    “Hospital representatives insist that safeguards were in place to ensure that patients were protected, but the family of Anthony Harper are calling for more to be done so that errors made by an individual nurse can't result in potentially fatal doses being given to patients. The review board is expected to speak to everyone who was working on the ward when Anthony died, and will also consider hospital-wide policies regarding drug administration.”
    For the next few minutes, I listen to the rest of the news story, until finally the