“Where?”

“Inside your daughter’s house.”

For a second, I did not answer.

“That can’t be right.”

“I thought it was coming from another yard,” he said quickly, like he was embarrassed. “But whenever I turn off the mower, it sounds like it’s coming from inside.”

Then I heard the mower stop in the background.

Part 2

Silence.

And then, faintly, a child cried.

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