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She wanted the baby — our baby — back!
I read it twice. Maybe three times.
I walked back to the living room like someone wading through water.
Megan looked up at me, and I could already see that she knew the answer. She was bracing for it.
“Where’s Rhea?” I asked, though I already guessed.
“She’s upstairs,” Megan whispered.
“Sleeping. The monitor is on. I’ve got the receiver here.”
She clutched it as if it were her last lifeline.
I sat beside her and wrapped my arms around her.
She was trembling. I felt powerless.
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