Six months later. Portland, Oregon.Rain tapped against the window of the small apartment. Nickey stood at the counter, pouring coffee into a chipped mug. His hands were steady. No shaking. No fear.That should have been his first warning."Daniel, can you grab the diapers?" Trina called from the bedroom. "Hope needs changing."Daniel. His new name. Daniel Foster. Accountant. Boring. Safe.He grabbed the diapers from the shelf. Walked down the narrow hallway. Their apartment was small. Clean. Anonymous. The kind of place nobody noticed.Perfect for hiding.Trina sat on the bed, cradling Hope. Six months old now. Dark hair like her mother. Eyes like her father. She gurgled. Smiled."She's perfect," Trina whispered."Yeah." Nickey handed her the diapers. Watched his daughter. His family. Everything he'd fought for.The doorbell rang.They both froze."Expecting someone?" Trina asked quietly."No."Nickey moved to the door. Checked the peephole. A delivery man. Brown uniform. Package in
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