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As she pulled her close, the baby locked onto her face with that intent, serious expression she got sometimes, like she understood more than she should.
She looked down at Grace—at the dark eyes and the small trusting face.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Naomi murmured.
But her heart was hammering.
Dale Harding was not taking this baby.
She didn’t know how she was going to stop him. Didn’t know what tomorrow morning would look like or what a judge would say or how this process worked.
But she knew with absolute certainty that man would not walk away with Grace.
