He looks healthy.”
I nodded, but my stomach knotted.
Because my gut was screaming something was off.
The first weird night, it was around 1 a.m.
I’d just put him down. I watched him fall asleep. I double-checked the windows, the outlet covers, everything.
I flopped on the couch with my laptop and the cheap audio baby monitor on the coffee table.
Ten minutes later, I heard it.
A soft rustling.
Then a tiny giggle.
Not the half-asleep baby sigh.
A full little giggle, like someone had just played peekaboo.
I paused Netflix and listened.
Rustle. Thump. Another giggle.
My heart rate spiked.
I went down the hall, opened his door fast, ready to… I don’t even know what.
Nothing.
