The infant’s tiny face scrunched up, letting out another soft cry. Brenda’s heart stopped, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing. She stumbled backward, gripping the edge of the desk for support, her breathing uneven. A baby? Here? In Stacey’s room? Her entire body went cold.
Shock coursed through Brenda as she stared at the infant. Her mind raced with questions. What was a baby doing in Stacey’s room? Where did it come from? Whose baby was this? Her hands trembled as she crouched down, her thoughts spiraling into panic.