ABIGAIL' POV I stared at the stethoscope from the bed while Richardson stood just inside the door, his body rigid, his shoulders pulled tight as wire. The blood on the metal had already dried to a dark, rusted brown, but I could still smell it enough for it to sting the back of my throat.My stomach rolled.I pressed a hand over my mouth, another over my belly, breathing slowly, carefully, the way the doctor had told me to. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Don’t panic. Panic would hurt the baby.“She was here,” I whispered.Richardson didn’t answer immediately. He crouched, lifted the stethoscope with a gloved hand, examined it like a crime scene artifact rather than a threat meant for my mind.“No,” he said finally, voice low. “She wanted us to think she was.”That didn’t help.If anything, it made it worse.He straightened and turned sharply, barking into his comm. “Get everyone in the main room. Now.”Minutes later, his men filled the space downstairs. Eight of them and
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