The baby was fast asleep in its car seat, a tiny newborn with squirrelly cheeks, vaguely Asian features, and a fine fuzz of black hair. A familiar smell rose from its body, the unmistakable sweet-and-sour fragrance of new life. There was a diaper bag next to the car seat, with a scrawled note tucked into an outside pocket. Nora had to squint to read what it said: This little girl has no name. Please take good care of her. She turned back to the baby. Her heart was suddenly beating way too fast. “Where’s your mommy?” she asked. “Where’d she go?” The baby opened her eyes. There was no fear in
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