The baby continued to cry, arms out and cheeks red from where she wouldn't stop to take a breath. He had his hand on the door handle ready to jump right back out of the car if someone didn't show in the next few minutes. His fingers tightened, his knuckles turning white. He justified that he had to do this to keep it safe. The same way he had Zoe and Josie's bracelet. He was stashing away baby Ava in a new storage locker by handing her to her parents who were never going to give her enough. Greed had spoiled her.
He had popped the door open just as people started to file out of the church, huddling around the baby. There were too many of them there now to take her back. It was too late.