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However, when I kept walking, I noticed something strange. The woman had stopped near the dumpster at the edge of the alley. She hesitated, looking around like she was checking if anyone was watching. I froze, curiosity piqued. What is she doing?
“What are you doing?” I whispered to myself, watching her hesitate, her fingers gripping the stroller’s handle so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Fast.
“Wait…what the hell?” I muttered. My feet froze, my body refusing to move as my mind scrambled to make sense of what I’d just seen. Who leaves a stroller like that? My eyes darted between her disappearing figure and the abandoned stroller.
She didn’t come back.
I swallowed hard. “I… I must have seen that wrong,” I whispered, looking down at Anne.
But I shouldn’t get involved. I had Anne to think about. But something wouldn’t let me walk away.
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