
I was babysitting for my sister. At 3 a.m., her baby monitor lit up. #9
Her baby was asleep. Then a voice whispered: “He’s not okay.” I froze. The house was dead silent, except for that crackling whisper through the monitor. My heart slammed against …
I was babysitting for my sister. At 3 a.m., her baby monitor lit up. #9 Read More