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Quincey
Screams ripped through the room, and I was out of bed and sprinting before I opened my eyes.
That was Nova.
Nova needed me.
I burst through the door but drew up short. Nate was already there, and he was picking her up. Cradling her to his chest, he glanced at me over his shoulder. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”
I rushed to him, and I couldn’t stop myself. I took her from him. Probably not the right thing to do, but I needed to hold her. I needed her.
Her little body trembled in my arms, and tears ran down her face. She was pale, and a blood-curdling scream was coming from her.
I’d read everything on infants.
What was I forgetting? What could this be?
I checked her forehead. She didn’t feel like she had a temperature.
Nate checked her diaper. She was still dry.
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