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All the color drained from his face.
I had been married to Mark for twenty years. Through layoffs, funerals, hospital scares, and quiet Sunday mornings. He was calm by nature. Sometimes too calm.
But that morning, he looked terrified.
“Where did you get that baby?” he asked.
“I found him beside the roses. Call 911, Mark.”
“No.”
I froze. “What?”
“No, Lynn.continue reading …
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