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guests froze.
I tasted blood where my teeth had cut my lip, but the terror inside me was colder. My baby had stopped moving.
“Call an ambulance,” I whispered.
Lenora rolled her eyes. “Always dramatic.”
Then the front doors burst open.
My father entered first, rain on his black overcoat, followed by two paramedics, three uniformed officers, and a woman carrying continue reading …
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