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Cleo thought she knew the night shift. After two years driving a taxi through empty streets and bad weather, nothing surprised her anymore. She was wrong. On one foggy November night, exhausted and eight months pregnant, one decision would pull her into something far bigger than a late fare or a stranger in trouble. A choice made in seconds would follow her home, into the morning light, and straight to her front door. By then, there would be no turning back.