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BARING HIS HEART

Bridget couldn’t sleep; her concerns kept her awake. How was Daphne doing? What was going on in that bedroom? Would the child be alright? She was standing at the window, almost sick with worry. She’d heard Daphne’s screams, and since then, her heart refused to leave her throat.

Bridget decided already. On the morn of the morrow, she would do everything within her power to get time