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By the time Mara Bell reached the hotel’s service corridor, the baby had been crying long enough to make every adult nearby choose a side.

At midnight, the evacuation center shook whenever wind struck the old ferry terminal.

By midnight, the county storm shelter smelled of wet coats, instant coffee, and panic.

The baby’s scream had turned every head in the Harbor Civic Hall except Elena Ortiz’s.

The baby began crying when the courthouse evacuation alarm started.

The storm shelter beneath Harbor House smelled of wet wool, coffee, and fear.

I called the shop from the church steps.

I pulled the strip back far enough to read Elena.

Claire put the box down and picked up the strip before I could.