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Chapters (49)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Epigraph Citations
  49. Author Biography

As Patrick swivelled the stroller to push it towards the car, both babies kept their eyes on Harper until the last possible moment.

Chapter 21

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

They strapped her down. Like a madwoman. They injected her with something, and now she was floppy, her head swimming. They loaded her into the ambulance, and she was relieved that she couldn’t see the green of the stroller anymore, her husband’s distraught face or the terrible vision of whatever was behind the eyes of either of those babies, where her sweet little boys should have been, and were not.

Bang bang went the doors and she thought they would drive off immediately but someone was talking to her. The words were indistinct. Maybe they weren’t talking to her at all. She kept saying the boy’s names, Morgan, Riley, where are you?

One of the paramedics was shining a light in her eyes. “Don’t you worry, love,” she heard. “You’re safe now. Can you take a deep breath for me?”

Pretending to be nice, she thought. A minute ago you were gripping me so hard it hurt. I could hurt you, too. I could bite you. I might do it.

“Where are my babies?” asked Lauren. Maybe she knew. Someone knew.

“They’ll be following on soon, petal. Your husband’s got them.”

“No, no, no,” said Lauren, shaking her head, “you don’t understand. That wasn’t them. Not my boys. They’ve been taken.”

Someone else spoke. A man’s voice, from somewhere above her head.

“Yes, love, that’s right, but we got them back. They were taken, but then they were found. And we got the woman who took them, too.”

Lauren turned her head slightly. She couldn’t see his face but she could read the word POLICE in white writing on the shoulder of his uniform.

“I told you, that wasn’t them,” said Lauren, “whatever was in that stroller. They’ve been swapped. They’re evil, those things, they’re not my babies.”

The paramedic and the police officer said nothing.

“Did you see them?” said Lauren, “did you look at them? They weren’t human.”

“You’ve had a bad experience, Lauren,” said the paramedic. “We’ve given you something to calm you down.”