“How did you get in here?” I asked.
Her gaze dropped to the floor. “The back window in the laundry room. It doesn’t lock properly.”
I knew exactly which window she meant. I had been telling Emily for months that I would fix it.
Madison began crying again, silently this time. “I didn’t take anything. I promise. I just needed somewhere warm. I saw the nursery through the window before. I knew there would be baby things.”
Emily stepped closer, slow and cautious. “Is that your baby?”
Madison nodded. “His name is Noah.”
The baby whimpered softly against her chest.
Emily’s expression shifted.
She was exhausted, scared, and still wearing the hospital bracelet from giving birth, yet something in her softened.
She moved one step closer and noticed what I had overlooked.
There was bl00d on Madison’s socks.
A lot of it.
“Ryan,” Emily said, her voice suddenly sharp. “Call 911.”
