The Lullaby
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Last published Thu, Nov 21, 2024
A new mother hears an unfamiliar lullaby coming from the baby monitor. At first, she thinks it's interference, but the melody becomes clearer, and she hears a soft voice singing her baby's name. She rushes to the nursery only to find the crib empty, the window wide open, and the monitor whispering, "Mine now."
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