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Margaret Karmazin (USA)


For some time now, Dr. Hugh Mandara had accepted his life as it was and managed to find contentment in what he considered mature, even philosophical ways. There was the matter of his son Connor who had disappeared eight and a half years earlier and never been found. He was twenty-one at the time, bipolar and an addict, half the time living on the streets and scaring everyone when now and then he returned home. Hugh was not afraid to admit to himself that it had been a relief to see him gone, though a hole remained in his heart at the thought of possibly never looking into the face of his son again. “Most likely, he’s dead,” Hugh told his friend at the hospital where he was the popular head of cardiovascular surgery. “Probably murdered for a few bucks in some back alley in whatever city he wandered off…