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crib in the hospital, and not when Billy
bundled it in a thin hospital blanket and
set it in the gym bag. Billy was counting
on it being a deep sleeper.
“Shh.’ she whispers, her mouth dry,
her lips chapped.
The baby's crying will make her
easier to locate. Her breathing comes out
ragged, but she pushes on, her feet
sinking into the earth, the longer blades
