A quick introduction before…
The man cleared his throat, finally offering something of himself. “Robert,” he said quickly, as if the name alone might build trust. He gestured toward the beat-up pickup truck parked at the curb, its tires crooked on the edge of the street. “It’s in there.” Megan followed his motion, and her eyes locked instantly on the familiar white stroller, barely concealed under a weathered tarp. Her stomach twisted. She had thought this was over—but clearly, it wasn’t.
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