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voice, I realized with a sickening lurch. And then, unmistakably, the whimpering, punctuated by tiny, gasping breaths.
IT WASN’T STORAGE. IT WASN’T AN ANIMAL. IT WAS A BABY. A HUMAN BABY.
My world lurched. I leaned against the wall, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle a gasp. What in God’s name? My husband, in the guest room, with a baby. Whose baby?continue reading …
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