At 2:17 in the morning, a hospital nurse called to tell me the one woman I’d spent six months trying to stay away from was fighting for her life—and whispering my name between every labored breath.
She Whispered My Name at 2:17 A.M. By Dawn, the Dead Were Calling Back. Chapter One The Call At 2:17 in the morning, a hospital nurse called to tell me the one woman I had spent… At 2:17 in the morning, a hospital nurse called to tell me the one woman I’d spent six months trying to stay away from was fighting for her life—and whispering my name between every labored breath.









