The hot July night was quiet except for the crunching of four sets of footsteps along the gravel driveway leading to the barn. Davi and Quinn held hands following the twins, who hurried along in their rubber boots.
“Shhh,” Jack whispered as they entered through the main door of the maternity barn. “Baby’s sleeping.”
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