Clara POV The same crying again.The sound of my baby crying. The very thin sound, sharp, endless.I stumbled through the darkness, my hands stretched out, my bare feet scraping against the cold and wet floor.My breath came fast. The wailing grew louder, piercing,“Where are you sweetheart? Mummy’s coming to get you baby.” I shouted into the dark, asking no one in particular, hoping she would talk. My voice sounded small. Helpless. Desperate.Then I saw her.A crib.I rushed forward, relief flooding through me, my little girl had been crying for hours, but the moment I looked down, the air froze in my lungs.She wasn’t moving. Her little chest was still. The crying had stopped, cut short like a good movie. Her eyes stared blankly up at me, wide and glassy, and when I touched its tiny hand, it was ice-cold.“No, no, no, no, no!” I screamed, taking the lifeless body into my arms. My throat burned, my heart raced, and the room spun.The scream ripped me apart.And then I woke up, swea
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