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woman in pajamas holding a baby wrapped in a blanket. The smell of antiseptic and wet coats filled the air.
“I’m Claire Whitman,” I said at the desk. “My daughters—Lily and Emma—someone called me.”
A nurse looked up. Her face changed immediately.
That look told me more than words.
“Come with me.”
My legs felt disconnected from my body as I followed her continue reading …
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