The image on the screen froze me in place.
Lina sat on the floor, her back pressed against the wall between the two cribs. Mateo lay against her chest, his tiny body finally relaxed for the first time in hours. Samuel slept quietly in the other crib.
But Lina wasn’t calm.
Her eyes kept darting toward the door.
Every few …
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