Had she missed something? Had she been so consumed with work that she failed to notice something crucial about her own daughter? Guilt washed over her as she thought of her long hours and the nights spent too exhausted to ask Stacey about her day. What if this was her fault?
Her mind spun with terrifying possibilities. Were there visitors or friends Brenda didn’t know about? The thought that she might not know her daughter at all made her stomach churn. She sat frozen, staring at the baby, as the sound of footsteps approached.