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Chapter 28: "Prenatal Panic"

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last update 게시일: 2026-05-06 18:42:23

[SFX: RECTORY APARTMENT. 3:14 AM. THEN BEEP. THEN BEEP.]

The monitors were everywhere.

One on the fridge. BPM for the kitchen.

One in the bathroom. BPM for the shower.

One in the nursery. BPM for Alex.

One on my wrist. BPM for me.

One on Adrian’s phone. BPM for all of us.

167 BPM.

Not mine. Not Alex’s. Not the twins’.

Adrian’s.

He was awake. Again. Standing in the doorway of the bedroom, phone in his hand, screen glowing.

“You’re spiking,” he said. Not a greeting. A diagnosis.

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