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CHAPTER 263: THE LOCKED DOOR

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The baby was awake.

It was 8:00 PM. The penthouse was silent, save for the hum of the city seventy floors below, but inside Aurora’s body, there was a riot.

Kick. Roll. Flutter.

It felt like the child was trying to break out, sensing the toxicity of the adrenaline coursing through Aurora’s veins and demanding an exit strategy.

Aurora lay on her side in the center of the massive bed, her hand pressed against the tight curve of her stomach.

"Shh," she whispered to the darkness. "I know. I'm sorry
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