They left the hospital a day later, their SUV packed with the best gear money could buy. Claire waved from the passenger seat, a vision of new-mother bliss. I felt a bittersweet ache as they drove away, but I was at peace. I had given my sister her heart’s desire.
The first two days were filled with photos—Nora in a pink bow, Nora in Ethan’s arms. But on the third day, the digital stream went dry. The silence was immediate and chilling. I told myself they were just exhausted, but by day five, my calls were going straight to voicemail. A cold dread began to settle in my stomach.
