I Opened The Security Log Before They Could Get Their Story Straight

crib.

My hands shook so violently the ultrasound photo tapped softly against the wooden armrest.

Less than a minute later…

I heard the bedroom door close.

Careful footsteps crossed the hallway.

Then…

The side entrance opened.

Closed.

Silence.

When I returned upstairs…

The camisole had disappeared.

The bed had been perfectly remade.

His shirt was gone.

Downstairs…

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