Babysitting His Baby
I picked her up and headed for Javier’s room, but the telephone in the living room rang, so I headed back down and answered it.
“Hello,” I said, but didn’t get a reply. “Hellooooo?” This time, I heard someone clearly breathing on the other line.
“Hello, who is this?” I asked for a third time, ignoring the vague sense of trepidation crawling up my spine.
Lucy was mimicking me. “Mama, ello!” She giggled and I grinned at her.
A hoarse male voice said, “Is—” then hung up.
My skin broke out in goosebumps. What the hell was that?