My Mother Called Me At Midnight Asking When I’d Pick Up “The Baby”… But My Daughter Was Already Sleeping Beside Me

glasses or forget small errands, but not something like this. Never this.

Another thought pushed in, colder.

Someone had left a baby there.

On purpose.

And that meant someone had chosen my mother specifically.

My phone buzzed at a red light. A message from her.

Please hurry. She’s sleeping now. I don’t know what to do.

“She.”

Not “the baby.”

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