Eve's POVSebastian's cry cuts through the house like a siren.I lift him from the bassinet, his tiny body rigid with distress, and press him against my shoulder. He screams into my neck, his fists beating against my collarbone. Across the room, Theodore watches from his bouncy seat with wide, worried eyes. He stopped eating two hours ago. His bottle sits on the counter, curdled and forgotten."Shh," I whisper, pacing the length of the small living room. "Shh, baby, I have got you."He does not stop. He never stops anymore.The walls press in. The windows are covered with heavy blankets, blocking out the gray winter light, and the single lamp in the corner casts shadows that shift and dance with every step I take. I have not left this house in eleven days. I have not breathed fresh air or seen the sky or spoken to another human being besides Devin and Priya.Devin.He is in the kitchen, his back to me, phone pressed to his ear. His voice is low and urgent, the same tone he has used fo
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