The moment before
Whatever was inside felt heavy in Ben’s arms, which confused him greatly. What was he holding? Rosa watched him carefully as he approached the table, her hands folded tightly against her chest. “Careful,” she whispered. We don’t know what it is yet.” Ben didn’t answer. He simply took slow, steady steps toward the observation table, each one echoing softly off the linoleum floor.
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