“Happy anniversary, Ethan,” she whispered.

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Before he could look down at the grainy black-and-white image of his unborn child, a deep, shuddering rumble shook the quiet street outside.

It wasn’t a car engine. It was the synchronized, heavy purr of three custom-built, heavy-duty diesel engines pulling up directly in front of the Walker estate, cutting through the manicured silence of Myers Park like an invading army.

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