Ten minutes later, I heard it.
A soft rustling.
Then a tiny giggle.
Not the half-asleep baby sigh.
A full little giggle, like someone had just played peekaboo.
I paused Netflix and listened.
Rustle. Thump. Another giggle.
My heart rate spiked.
I went down the hall, opened his door fast, ready to… I don’t even know what.
Nothing.
Just the nightlight glowing, shadows on the wall, the soft hum of the air vent.
And him.
Lying there, eyes open, staring at me.
I checked the closet.
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