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A Quiet Return Turns Into a Moment of Shock
The house was dark when Vanessa stepped inside. She took off her shoes, set down her bags, and tiptoed through the hall. She didn’t want to wake Eric. She just wanted to climb into bed and feel the warmth of home again.
There, in the pale moonlight, was Eric—fast asleep on his side of the bed.
And next to him, nestled in a soft blue blanket, was a baby.
They didn’t have children. They’d never discussed fostering. Eric had no family nearby—no nieces, no nephews. Her mind raced for answers, but none came.
Her hands trembled as she crossed the room and shook Eric gently. “Eric. Wake up. Now.”
“In the kitchen,” she said, her voice sharp. “We need to talk.”
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