May 19th excerpt:

Stan’s grip shifted slightly around the box as he settled in the driver’s seat. Without moving it, he tilted his head to look at the side where there was a thin gap in the cardboard so its passenger wouldn’t get stifled. Green eyes widened when they caught sight of something contrasting with the muted color of the box.

Fingers. Absolutely tiny fingers were holding on to the side of the box through that gap.

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