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

the door earlier tonight,” she continued, voice shaking. “I thought it was you.”

A cold feeling spread through me.

“You saw someone?”

“It was dark,” she said. “She wore a hood. I couldn’t see her face clearly. But she sounded like you, Morgan. Same voice. Same tone.”

My eyes drifted back to the crib.

Nothing about this was random anymore.

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