Brenda sighed. Her demanding job left little time to spend with Stacey, and perhaps the growing distance was simply a natural part of her daughter craving independence. Still, the thought tugged at her. They used to be so close. When did everything start to change?
A baby’s cry interrupted her thoughts again, this time louder and more distinct. Brenda froze, gripping the knife tightly. Stacey wasn’t even in the house, and no video was playing. Her pulse quickened as realization set in. Something was wrong—very wrong.