Chapter 17 First Steps

• "Anna, stop packing. You're not thinking clearly." Samantha's voice cut through my panic as I frantically shoved tiny onesies into a duffel bag, my hands trembling.
• "You heard what that nurse said." My voice cracked as I glanced at my sleeping newborns. "She saw it, Sam. The Walton resemblance."
• Sam grasped my shoulders, forcing me to look at her. "A random nurse making a casual observation doesn't mean Elizabeth Walton is prowling the hospital looking for you. Take a breath."