\u201cYou should get some coffee,\u201d she said softly. \u201cYou haven\u2019t slept in twenty-six hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
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I nodded, though I wasn\u2019t tired. Adrenaline and purpose were coursing through my veins. \u201cDo you need anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cJust some ice chips. And maybe\u2026?\u201d She paused, her green eyes flickering toward the door. \u201cMaybe check if the birth certificate paperwork is ready. I want everything official before we leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
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There it was again, that edge of urgency beneath her gentle tone. It was the same edge I\u2019d noticed a dozen times over the past nine months, always when discussing documents, accounts, or official records.<\/p>\n
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