The Note in the Baby’s Bag Named the Man Who Came Knocking

cover, stood an old utility snowmobile Grant used to haul firewood when the drifts became too deep for his truck.

The machine’s engine would announce their departure, but not until they crossed the first ridge.

Grant led the dogs into the trees on foot. Snow muffled their movement. Noah stirred against his chest, his face warm beneath Grant’s hand.

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