Standing in the middle of the room is the crib Brigitte and I picked out for Lukas. The one she helped me build in my apartment.
Hanging above it is the outer space mobile we picked out online.
The walls are covered in the art she helped me choose.
The shock of seeing my son’s nursery in another woman’s house gives me pause for a moment—until I remember why I’m here.
I rush forward, desperately hoping to find him lying in the crib.
My heart sinks. I spin around towards the hallway. I should be working harder to be quiet, but I’m too desperate to care. Too desperate to be careful.
I turn into the hallway, heading for Brigitte’s room, but I pull up short. A noise from behind me that sounded a lot like…
There’s someone standing in the hall.
A surprised scream rises in my throat. But b
