Carlos... Please Be Quick… Please

The Following Day, Megan’s POV...

The room was cold and sterile, the air thick with the stench of bleach and confinement. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, buzzing faintly like a dying fly caught in a jar. Megan lay flat on the single steel-framed bunk, her five-month pregnant belly rising and...

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