Maggie pushed on the cold door, stepped through, and opened her umbrella. Multiple Sclerosis. What was she to do with that? Thoughts swirled as she stepped off the curb and leaned into the rain. Shoulders down, she trod across the cracked pavement. Rivulets of water racing to the gated drains caught her attention. A perfect example of life—right there—broken and swirling out of control. Would any place calm a galloping heart?
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