But the more I stared at that mark… the more uneasy I felt.
Noah whimpered again, and I gently rocked him.
“It’s okay,” I whispered.
But this time, the words felt hollow.
Because the question inside my mind had returned.
What if something really was wrong?
Morning
I didn’t say anything that night.
I told myself I was overthinking.
But the next morning, when Megan came into the living room, I hesitated before speaking.
“Megan,” I said carefully. “Did Noah bump his leg yesterday?”
She frowned.
“No… why?”
I gently pulled back the blanket.
She leaned closer.
And her face went pale.
“I… I didn’t see that before,” she whispered.
Daniel walked in just then.
“What’s going on?”
Neither of us answered immediately.
Then Megan showed him the bruise.
Daniel stared at it.
Confusion slowly turned into worry.
“That wasn’t there yesterday,” he said.
The room suddenly felt heavy.
Three adults standing around a baby… trying to understand something none of us could explain.
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