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Sadie could only shake her head. There was no explaining it, but she knew what had to be done. She crossed the dirt floor, swallowed nervously, then grabbed the coarse-haired animal and shoved it aside to get at a tiny naked infant wedged snugly between the goat and the wall. With rapid movement, Sadie scooped the baby boy from his dismal hiding place, noting the infant's umbilical cord had been tied with twine. She unzipped her hazmat suit and pulled the sobbing child to her chest. He instantly curled against the hard buttons of her shirt and his vulnerable body, tacky with blood and vernix, vibrated against her.
"Poor little guy," Sadie cooed, her voice thick with emotion as her heart tightened in her chest. "God, my own sister will be giving birth to a little human being like this pretty soon herself." She blinked back tears. "What kind of freak does something like this?"
