I had promised.
And somehow, in my own home, I had allowed him to become a stranger.
I reached for his hand.
He held mine tightly.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then Jamie whispered, “There’s something else.”
I looked up.
“What?”
“About last night.”
My heart began pounding again.
“What about it?”
Jamie glanced toward the hallway.
“Claire came into Sophie’s room before I did.”
I stared at him.
“How do you know?”
“I saw her.”
“When?”
“Before I went to bed.”
I frowned.
“Claire checks on Sophie all the time.”
Jamie nodded.
“I know.”
He hesitated.
“But she was holding something black.”
I felt a cold sensation crawl across my back.
“What do you mean?”
He rubbed his hands together.
“I was getting water. I saw her standing near the crib. She put something inside.”
I tried to understand.
“Like a toy?”
“I don’t know.”
