Heart RacingMichael took a deep breath. His heart pounded, but he forced himself to stay calm. He knew rushing in could frighten both Gloria and Emily, and might make the situation worse. He needed composure. He needed facts. Entering the NurseryWith quiet determination, Michael pushed the door wider and stepped into the nursery. Gloria looked up, startled. For a brief second, guilt flickered across her face before she forced a nervous smile. “Mr. Whitmore,” she stammered, setting the jar aside. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.” Michael ignored her greeting. His eyes locked on the jar. “What are you...
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