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a cleft that made her mouth look unfinished to anyone too blind to see beauty. Arms shorter than expected. Hands curved in a way that made the nurses glance at each other, then quickly back to their tasks.
But her chest rose.
Her legs kicked.
Her cry filled the room.
“My baby,” I gasped, reaching. “Give her to me.”
Dr. Hendricks held her lower, not toward continue reading …
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