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blanket.
A newborn’s face barely visible against her pajamas.
Then the baby made a weak, broken sound, and my body moved before my thoughts caught up.
I dropped to my knees.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. “Talia, baby, give him to me. Carefully.”
She handed him over like she knew he might break if she moved too fast.
The moment I touched him, my stomach turned.continue reading …
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