A faint whimper.
Not loud like before. Just a small, uneasy cry.
Noah.
I slipped out of bed and walked quietly toward the living room where his bassinet stood.
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting pale shadows across the room.
Noah moved slightly under the blanket.
He wasn’t screaming this time.
But something about the way he shifted made my stomach tighten.
I leaned over the bassinet and gently lifted him into my arms.
His body felt warm… but stiff.
And then I noticed something that made my heart skip.
Another mark.
The Second Bruise
My breath caught in my throat.
On Noah’s tiny leg, just above his knee, was another faint bruise.
Smaller than the first one.
But unmistakable.
I felt a cold wave run through my body.
Gas didn’t cause bruises.
And Megan had only pressed on his stomach earlier.
So how did this one appear?
I stood there in the quiet living room, my mind racing.
Maybe he bumped against something.
Maybe it happened during the hospital tests.
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