Talia stood at the massive front door, her knuckles still hovering in the air after the knock.
Ava stirred in her arms, her tiny fingers gripping the edge of Talia’s sweater like she sensed something heavy in the air.
The door opened almost instantly.
Matthew King was already there.
He hadn’t slept.
It showed in the sharpness of his eyes, …
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