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a baby was crying.
“Mr. Ortega,” he said, lowering his voice, “I need you to stay calm.”
I almost laughed. Calm. I had spent months acting like a king preparing for his heir, and now this man had his hand locked around my forearm like I might bolt.
“Is Renata okay? Is the baby okay?”
He released my arm but did not soften. “The baby is stable. The mother continue reading …
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