“I need to go with my brothers,” she insisted with surprising determination. “I promised my mom I would save them first.”
Margaret reached out gently and placed a reassuring hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“You already did exactly what you needed to do,” she said. “Now let us take care of the rest.”
Emma opened her mouth as though preparing to argue.
But the strength drained from her body all at once.
Her knees buckled.
Margaret caught her just before she collapsed onto the floor.
The House Beyond the Broken Bridge
While doctors fought to stabilize the two newborns in the neonatal unit, Sheriff Daniel Ramirez headed toward the rural edge of the county after receiving the hospital’s urgent call about the unusual arrival of a child pushing infants in a wheelbarrow.
The road leading to the place Emma had described slowly narrowed into a rough stretch of gravel bordered by silent fields and rusting farm equipment left behind.
Eventually the patrol car stopped in front of a faded blue house that leaned slightly to one side, as if years of wind had been pressing against it.
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