The baby was crying again.
Sarah rolled over with a groan. Her husband, Tom, was gone from bed. Probably getting a midnight snack. With a yawn, she got up and padded down the hall.
She peeked into the nursery. A figure stood over the crib and the baby cooed happily. Tom had gotten him. Good.
Sarah climbed back into her bed. Tom exited their adjoining bathroom with a stretch.
“You were in the bathroom?” she said, her brow pulled tight.
“Yeah.” He shrugged.
“Then who’s in–”
A chill ran down Sarah’s spine. The baby had fallen silent.
©Laura L. Zimmerman 2017