At the clinic gate, a 7-year-old collapsed, crying, “Mommy has been sleeping for three days, please save them.” The doctor rushed to help the newborn twins, but as he lifted them, his hands shook. Underneath the babies was a handwritten note from the mother that made the doctor freeze in terror…

tracking something I couldn’t see in the dusty rafters. Her hand, trembling and slick with cold sweat, reached out and found my wrist. Her grip was terrifyingly weak.

“The notebook,” she breathed out, her chest shuddering. “On the table. And the babies…” She swallowed hard, fighting for a pocket of air. “You must take them. You must go.”

“I can’t leave continue reading …