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rain against the window.
Then I saw a folded paper sliding under my bedroom door.
I climbed out of bed, heart hammering, and picked it up.
It was a page torn from Quincy’s blue notebook.
On it, in careful child handwriting, were three words:
They watch babies.
And beneath that, a list of names I did not recognize.
### Part 3
The next morning, I hid Quincy’s continue reading …
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