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Her brother Mitchell caught her by the shoulders. “You can’t go in, Anna. What are you doing here?”
“Will’s in there, Mitch!” She tried to shake him off. “There’s no school today! And Beth! Let me through.”
“Nobody’s getting through, Anna.” He held her firmly, lowering his voice to reason with her. “Mike and Max are talking to this guy, and the police are on their way. R.J. and Mom were at a meeting, but they’re on their way in. I promise you we won’t let anything happen to Will, or Beth, or to any of the kids. But we’ve got to be cool.”
Mike was Michael Lord, head of Maitland Maternity’s security, and Max was Max Jamieson, a private detective.
Her heart was beating so hard she could hardly form a thought. But she did understand that Mitchell wasn’t letting her through.
Mitchell was two years younger than she was, and the oldest of Megan and William’s natural children. So close in age, Anna and Mitchell had fought throughout their childhood, but found a common ground as teenagers and had been good friends ever since. She knew he wouldn’t deliberately cause her grief, but at that moment she’d have willingly knocked him unconscious and walked over him to get to her son.
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