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When the man handed my daughter the baby doll, I thought it was an odd but harmless gesture. “Say thank you,”
I urged, distracted by the bustling crowd around us. She clutched it tight, grinning ear to ear, as we continued home.
It wasn’t until later, when I saw her playing with the doll on the living room floor, that something caught my eye.
I picked it up, turned it over—and felt the blood drain from my face.