“Don’t look at our babies, Henry!” she sobbed, her voice breaking.
“Anna, talk to me. Please. You’re scaring me. What happened?”
She shook her head, rocking the babies as if she could shield them from the world.
“I can’t… I don’t know—I just don’t—”
I knelt beside her. “Anna, whatever it is, we’ll handle it. Show me my boys.”
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