Where do we start?
Robert frowned deeply, shaking his head. “We don’t even know where it came from yet. Maybe there’s an explanation,” he said, though his tone made it clear he wasn’t convinced. Megan latched onto the idea anyway, clinging to the smallest flicker of hope. Her thoughts spun back to the frail woman who had sold her the stroller years ago—Beth. Could it all somehow be connected to her? One thing was certain—they desperately needed answers.
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