Part Twenty-Five

Autumn was in full swing and the leaves had turned a golden brown colour. Mason lay awake in his bed and listened to the rhythmic breathing coming from Kelley, across the room from him. He smiled then as he thought about their brotherhood and how he’d never thought he’d be friends with him.

A baby’s cry cut through the silence, it was faint but Mason had still heard it. None of their neighbours had a baby. It was with that thought that he got out of bed and headed downstairs. It was still early, only five am and normally he wouldn’t even be awake.

‘Maybe that’s what woke me,’ he thought to himself.

The house was still quiet and dark as he switched on the lights downstairs. He heard the baby again, closer this time and a chill ran down his spine. He opened the front door and nestled on the porch was a small bassinette with a baby inside.

Mason picked the bassinette up carefully and looked around before he brought it inside. The baby’s cheeks were red from the cold and its eyes were scr