Chapter 68 The Midwife

"Nora Whitfield," Megan read aloud.

Nobody moved. Behind her, gravel shifted, and she turned.

Nora stood by the hedge on Walter's arm, one bandaged hand pressed to her ribs. Her face had lost every trace of color.

"Say it again," Nora whispered.

"The canister has your name."

"I never delivered ...

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