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Harold and Christi Byrd woke up to the sound of their daughter screaming.
When a baby wakes up crying in the middle of the night, it’s usually nothing more than a routine disturbance that will dissipate in a minute or two, if you were lucky. Harold and Christi Byrd had been parents for eleven months now, and were quite well accustomed to the screams and the noise, even if Karena did better than most babies when it came to being calmed down and soothed. Most of the time when she threw a nocturnal fit, which was perhaps once or twice a week, she would be snoring gently within less than a minute, having worn herself out through her own shrill cries.
But not every night is like most nights.
On the night in question, the Byrds stayed in bed for a moment, partly to see if the wailing would cease and partly due to a lack of desire to get up. It didn’t cease.
“I’ll go get her,” Harold said, standing up from the bed. Christi said nothing as he slipped on his slippers and shuffled down the dark hallway, rubbing his eyes. He entered the nursery and walked over to Karena’s crib. The room was dark, but he knew its layout by heart, and was used to navigating it without the use of his eyes. Besides, there wasn’t much furniture save a small chair lying between the crib and the opposite wall.