CHAPTER 25

Jane's breath caught as she stared at the Polaroids on her bed, afraid to come close. There were a lot of pictures of the child sleeping and laughing. The baby, with his chubby cheeks and bright eyes, looked uncannily like a young version of Caleb.

She reached for a picture and traced a finger around the baby's face, questions swirling in her mind. “Isn't he cute?” she said with a smile.

She gathered the photos, placing them carefully on her bedside drawer chest, and tried to push the questions from her mind. Why were these pictures here? Who had left them?

Perhaps it was a mistake that they...