An Odd Morning Discovery
The next morning rolled in lazily, breakfast smells filling the home. I was surprised to find that the doll had somehow migrated to the kitchen table overnight.
It lay there, strangely out of place amongst the clutter of coffee mugs and cereal boxes. I scratched my head, trying to recall if I or my husband had touched it.
“I don’t remember moving it,” I murmured to myself, feeling a sliver of unease creep in.