On a crisp, fall night, Serena Westwood wakes to the faint stirs of her crying baby. Bottle in hand, she tiptoes to the other side of the house, sneaks up to the crib, looks in. A wave of panic grips her as her real nightmare begins. Inside the crib, there is no baby.
©2014 Cheryl Bradshaw (P)2014 Cheryl Bradshaw
I just loved reading and now listening to this book. Started off with a few shed tears and ended with a surprise. The reader, Nikki, has a very clear voice and yet does not lull you to sleep. She is very expressive.
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