Mission: Cavanaugh Baby
“She was struggling against defeat. Struggling to rise above the noise assaulting her.
Her hands were over her ears, covering them.
It didn’t help.
She could still hear it. Still hear the crying. The endless, pathetic crying.
She didn’t want to feel this way, didn’t want to feel the anger that was bubbling up inside her, ready to spill out. But the sobbing infant was giving her no choice.
And no rest.
She hadn’t rested since she’d brought the baby home. Hadn’t even had any time for the others, the way she had before.
Soon they might start crying, too, even though they had always been such good infants.
“What’s wrong with you?” she demanded, looking malevolently toward the noise coming from the newest crib. “I’ve fed you, changed you, rocked you. You’re supposed to be okay now.
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