A faded duffle bag
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Megan’s heart thudded in her chest. Seconds stretched endlessly as Robert’s arm moved, feeling along the hidden space. Then, with a grunt, he grabbed something and pulled it free.
A dusty, faded duffle bag emerged from the stroller, its surface cracked with age. Megan blinked in disbelief. She hadn’t been expecting anything—certainly not a hidden bag.
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