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PART 1 Ruth Navarro had worked thirty-one years in a hospital and had learned to read rooms the way other women read faces. The delivery suite on the fourth floor of Northwestern Memorial had its own language: the speed of nurses’ footsteps, the pitch of monitor alarms, the specific silence that fell when a doctor…

PART 1 My press badge expired four years ago. I found it at the back of the closet on a Tuesday morning, behind Preston’s winter coats, which smelled faintly of something that was not his cologne. The badge was clipped to the lanyard I had worn to three mayoral press conferences, two federal indictments, and…