"It was weird, Vince...like really weird." Just thinking about what Delilah had said to me this morning, still coldly creeps up the length of my spine.
"She has probably heard us talking about it." Vince tries to offer up a perfectly sensible explanation to me.
"Mmm, maybe...but it's not something we have ever discussed in front of her, is it?" My husbands perfectly sensible explanation, no longer feels perfectly sensible at all.
Getting into bed with a tired but reassuring smile, Vince reasons some more as he pulls me against his chest for an affectionate cuddle. "Maybe she's heard our parents talking about it or something?"
Enjoying being in my husbands big and loving arms, I think for a second. "Mmm...maybe." Is warily mumbled from between my lips.
Yes, our little girl could have maybe heard our parents talking about the miscarriages, but that explanation alone just doesn't settle me. That explanation alone, doesn't settle the worrying storm that's building momentum within me.
Something isn't right.
In the deepest and darkest depths of my maternal intuition...I just know that something isn't right.
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Dale's Doll
Short StoryWhen a young girl was found dead in local woods, all fingers had wrongly pointed at the different, but entirely innocent, Dale. A gentle soul, with the mind of an eight year old, Dale's mother had always protected him from the small minds of those w...
