01/02/2025
In just a few minutes, Fallon was already just a smudge in the moonlight, so I ran to catch up with her. "Fallon!" I cried, "This has to stop!" I turned her around and looked into her face.
"Stop walking away! Our son is dead, but I'm alive, and you're alive," I yelled. "Stop this once and for all!" But Fallon wasn't listening to me at all. She had her head tilted and she was frowning.
"There's a baby..." she said.
"You're IMAGINING things!" I screamed, really angry now, "THERE IS NO BABY OUT HERE!" And that was when the distinctive, unmistakable sound of a baby crying filled the night.
Fallon pushed me away and started running. Soon she was kneeling under the shadow of the spruce, and picking the baby up in her arms.
"John," she cried. "Call an ambulance."
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