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The names from Quincy’s notebook.
My stomach twisted.
“How many?” I asked.
No one answered.
Vernon did.
“Eleven.”
The number entered the room like a body.
Eleven babies.
Eleven families.
Eleven mothers told God had made a decision when human hands had made it for Him.
Nadine stood perfectly still.
Then she smiled.
It was not wide. It was not dramatic. It was worse.continue reading …
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