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It was the ultimate cautionary tale, the moral being Don’t fall, as if they were made of glass. In a sense they were–their fragility was irrefutable, medically proven–and yet Emily detested the inevitable rundown of accidents and tragedies, the more fortunate clucking their tongues and counting their blessings, all the while knowing it was just a matter of time. She didn’t need to be reminded that she was a single misstep from disaster, especially here, without Henry, surrounded by the survivors of an earlier life.
