I should’ve called first.
I should’ve called first.I eyed the two car seats with sleeping babies at my feet. Everything’d happened so fast. One moment I was sitting in my office writing a report, and the next thing I knew, a pile of paraphernalia was being loaded into my SUV. But I was at my wit’s end.
This was probably a bad idea, but every other avenue I tried hadn’t panned out. So I’d given up, put the babies into my vehicle, and programmed Scott Wexler’s address into my GPS. A stack of papers in my messenger bag was supposed to explain this…whatever this was.
After ensuring the babies were still fast asleep, with the carriers rocking gently on the concrete front step, I rang the doorbell.
Zayden stirred, then quickly resettled.
Alicia didn’t move a muscle. Not even a twitch.
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