*Rose*

“Rose, I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” Reece is saying as I get help from a few of the train station employees in packing up the belongings that have been delivered to the babies and me since we arrived here. That includes four car seat carriers. Only three of them currently have babies being wedged into them, and that makes my heart heavy.

“I want to speak to her,” I tell him, shoving some spare diapers into a bag.

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