My wife and I were sleeping peacefully, the cool night air blowing through our open bedroom window, the smell of grass and dew filling our room.
The quiet night was interrupted when the baby monitor went off from our son laughing and whining at the same time. My wife shuffled out of the bed, bumping into the night stand that held the monitor, making it fall to the ground.
I picked up the monitor from the wooded floor and froze. My wife's screams filled the house and neighborhood, chills covered my body, as I remembered that the baby was at my parents house.
