My sister had just given birth, so my husband and I went to the hospital to visit her. It was supposed to be the happiest day of the year—a celebration of life, of new beginnings, of the family expanding. But after seeing the baby, my husband suddenly pulled me out of the room, his grip bruising my wrist.
“Call the police immediately!” he hissed, his voice trembling with a terror I had never heard before.
I was confused, stumbling in his wake as the heavy hospital door swung shut behind us. “Why? Daniel, what is wrong with you?”
His face was ashen, the color of wet cement. He looked like a man who had just seen a spectre.
“Didn’t you see it?” he choked out. “That baby is…”
