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The mother and baby unit was eerily quiet, as if even the babies appreciated the direness of the situation and weren’t bothering their mothers. An effort had been made to make the place homely, but there was no mistaking its institutional feel. Cheap prints hung limply on the walls. The kitchen was functional more than welcoming. Each bed was the same, with unadorned white duvet covers. It was far from inhospitable, but it certainly wasn’t where any girl dreamed of ending up, Callanach thought, and it wasn’t somewhere you’d want to stay very long. Much like Zoey’s domestic abuse shelter, it was a stepping stone rather than a destination.