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folding tiny yellow onesies. He held the doorframe with both hands.
“Don’t let Grandma take the baby,” he said.
I turned, my fingers still pinching the soft cotton.
“What do you mean?”
He looked down the hall before answering.
“If something is wrong, don’t let them take her away.”
My skin went cold, but I made my voice gentle. “Quincy, did something happen continue reading …
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