The babies cried louder, as if agreeing.
Daniel’s jaw tightened. He tried to push himself up and failed, his body giving out under him.
“Locker,” he forced out. “Inside jacket. Phone. Don’t turn it on. Just—listen.”
Anna hesitated.
Everything about this felt wrong. The alley. The gun. The way he talked like systems were hunting him instead of helping him.
But then one of the twins let out a sharp, desperate cry that cut straight through her.
She moved.May be an image of baby
Her fingers slipped into his jacket, finding a sleek, black phone—far too expensive for anyone she knew—and a thin metal keycard.
“No cops,” Daniel repeated, weaker now.
Anna stared at the phone in her hand.
This was the moment.
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