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Sophie stood across the street from the steel door. Crowds of people passed in front of her. She bobbed her head back and forth, trying to keep a clear view of the door. She waited. She checked her phone for any missed texts or calls. Just as she thought her toes would go numb, Mitch

They stood together and watched across the street. People went in and out of the clinic. He pointed to the steel door of the lower level. “There’s a lab downstairs over there called the Foundling. Do you know what foundling means?” She scowled at him. “Of course I know what that means. It’s a term

Back on the street, Mitch called Amanda on the slim chance she’d pick up and talk to him. Maybe they should try again. Her phone rang and rang. He thought about what would hap pen if he went to trial. A sizable fine, no doubt. Jail time maybe. White-collar jail, like where Martha Stewart did

Sheldon felt the pull of Mitch’s silver tongue trying to per suade him. “I don’t know, Mitch. I’m not making any promises.” “What do you mean ‘no promises’? We’re blood brothers, Sheldon. We’ve always had each other’s back.” “That was before you crossed the line. Before you went to the dark side. If you weren’t

Sophie’s phone rang. She draped a burp rag over her shirt, then lifted Danny onto her shoulder. “Hello?” “Hey, it’s me,” Rihanna whispered. “Why are you whispering?” “Mitch is in the other room.” “What’s he doing there? I thought he was arrested.” “He was, but they let him go on his own personal recogni- something-or-other.”

Mitch was on his way from the police department to his apart ment. After his “meeting” with Madeline Cross, he had been arrested, booked, and released from police custody. There were two conditions: he needed to return for his arraignment Monday morning, and he had to stay at least five hundred yards away from any

The baby’s eyes were closed. He looked serene as he floated around the barrel like he was in a bathtub. Weightless and with plenty of space around him, he moved his arms and legs as if he were swimming. He was small, only slightly bigger than Danny was when he was born. Recovering from their

Sophie and Rihanna waited to cross First Avenue. Sophie grabbed Rihanna’s hand, and they stepped into the street when there was a break in traffic, behind a city cab and in front of the M4 bus before it pulled away from the curb. They jogged safely across to the other side. Rihanna pointed to the

Sophie and Kim finally had a chance to meet away from the hospital. Kim sat on a bench in the park, her jacket unzipped on the unseasonably warm day, a hint that spring wasn’t far away. The blue in her hair had faded, but her silver dangle earrings danced in the breeze. “Oh my God,

Back at the hospital, Sophie and Adam climbed into the wait ing limo. The driver welcomed them and told them traffic wasn’t bad and that they should be at the WMI home office in forty minutes. “Forty minutes? I thought their office was in Midtown.” “Mrs. Young, you must be thinking of their regional office.