A Lone Blanket
A little disheartened, I was ready to go. I was looking back to the living room when I noticed a baby blanket on the sofa, folded neatly and undamaged. Shouldn’t it be used constantly? It seemed odd. I couldn’t get rid of the strange feeling. My thoughts ached with distrust, but I remained silent. It appeared to be merely one more piece of the puzzle, put away for later thought.
A Lone Blanket
Lingering Doubts
My thoughts were focused on the odd encounter from the afternoon, so the drive home was a haze. I kept wondering why there were no baby noises during my visit, and I couldn’t get rid of the impression that something important was being withheld from me. Why wouldn’t they take assistance? I couldn’t help but worry about what the buried truth might be because everything seemed to point to a more serious problem. Everything seemed too eerie.
Lingering Doubts
