And he was watching them.
Not like a child looks at parents.
But like something studying its prey.
Or its new home.
Daniel swallowed hard. “We need to—”
Before he could finish, the baby took a step forward.
Then another.
Small.
Deliberate.
The air in the hallway seemed to grow colder.
Amira’s voice broke. “This isn’t our child.”
Daniel didn’t answer.
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