That night, sleep eluded Brenda. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind conjured terrifying scenarios. What if this mysterious figure was controlling Stacey? What if the baby was connected to something illegal or dangerous? She knew she couldn’t sit idly by any longer. She had to take action.
The next morning, Brenda went through her usual routine, acting as though she was heading to work. She kissed Stacey goodbye and left the house, but instead of driving to the hospital, she parked her car a few streets away, positioning herself where she could see her front door.