A homeless woman gave birth in a snowstorm — when her cries stopped, ten bikers appeared out of the night…
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The blizzard swept through Minneapolis like a living thing—snarling, merciless, and cold enough to still a heartbeat.
Under a shattered streetlamp on Fifth Avenue, a young woman lay curled against the frozen pavement, her breath shallow and white in the air.
Her name was Lila Monroe.
Twenty-five. Homeless. And utterly alone.
