Ring…ring…ring…
The evening drifted by in a blur of routine—cooking dinner, rinsing dishes, and a couple of quiet hours in front of the television. Megan had almost managed to forget about the stroller by the time she crawled into bed, comforted by her familiar habits. Sleep came heavy and fast, pulling her under quickly. But just as dawn light filtered softly through her window, her phone suddenly began ringing, loud, sharp, and startlingly urgent in the silence.
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