The Caretakers
by Kelly Keil

"Even when Doggett had held her, a tiny bit of her had hoped that she would one day see Mulder again. Now it was gone, the hope ripped from her, and she felt raw with its absence. The baby stirred. There was a part of Mulder still alive within her. It had to be enough. She walked outside. It was raining, but John was there, waiting for her."


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