Mom Faints When She Finds A Hidden Baby In Daughter’s (13) Room, Then She Confesses The Truth(1)
Another cry rang out, this one clearer and closer.
And Stacey wasn’t even inside the house.
Brenda set down the knife and followed the sound. Her ears guided her toward the stairs. It was coming from Stacey’s room.
Climbing slowly, a sick feeling grew in Brenda’s stomach. Her hands trembled as she reached for the doorknob. She paused, took a breath, and stepped inside.
The room looked normal. Books on the desk. Clothes folded neatly on the chair. But the soft wailing continued.
It was coming from the window seat.
Brenda walked over, her heart in her throat, and began removing the cushions. There, buried beneath a pile of plush toys, was a baby—real, alive, and crying softly.
