As she chopped vegetables, an unfamiliar sound broke the silence. Brenda froze, straining to listen and figure out the source of the noise. It sounded like the crying of a baby. Her pulse quickened. A baby? Here? She couldn’t comprehend what she was hearing.
Brenda’s heart pounded as the cry echoed through the house. Wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, she called out, “Stacey! Come downstairs for a moment!” Her voice was calm, but panic brewed beneath the surface. Footsteps thudded on the stairs as Stacey appeared, her face pale and frazzled.