Tools and The Doll
Quietly, my husband grabbed his tools and approached the doll with caution. It felt strange, almost like an unwanted guest had returned, sitting in the middle of our kitchen table.
I watched him bring out his screwdrivers and set them up. We exchanged a nervous glance, knowing we had crossed into unfamiliar territory.
The doll was no longer just a toy; it was rapidly becoming a puzzle we desperately needed to solve.