Cries from the next room seemed as harsh as the sound of breaking glass to her. The small baby girl, her baby, had woken again. This is not the fairytale, she thought, with hands shaking. A tear escaped down her cheek as she stayed a moment longer to stare out the window. Gripped again by an overwhelming fear, she stood slowly to head to the nursery. “Please tell me what to do?” she pleaded with the baby, with God, or anyone who could hear her. The cries continued as she rocked the child,. . .

Cries from the next room seemed as harsh as the sound of breaking glass to her. The small baby girl, her baby, had woken again. This is not the fairytale, she thought, with hands shaking. A tear escaped down her cheek as she stayed a moment longer to stare out the window. Gripped again by an overwhelming fear, she stood slowly to head to the nursery. “Please tell me what to do?” she pleaded with the baby, with God, or anyone who could hear her. The cries continued as she rocked the child,. . .