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

my chest. My mind kept trying to force logic into something that refused to become logical.

The unknown baby slept peacefully.

Lily made a small sound in my arms. My mother turned toward her, really looked at her for the first time, and I saw it happen—the moment recognition turned into fear.

“I heard your voice,” she said suddenly.

I frowned. “What?”

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