I was fast asleep with sweet Melanie lightly snoring in my arms.

And then I randomly awoke from some sort of strange nightmare, screaming. As soon as the scream escaped my lips I looked down in my arms for fear I frightened Melanie.

But Melanie wasn’t there.

I began hyperventilating. Where was she? She was barely a day old. Where could she have gone? I scrambled for the nurse assistance button, slamming my finger on it multiple times until the nurse rushed into the room, appearing quite unhappy that I had awoken her at this time of night. “Yes?” She panted.
“My baby,” I shrieked, “My baby is gone!” Finally, the nurse reacted in the way she should. “Well do you know anywhere she’d be?”
“Ma’am, she’s just a few days old! She isn’t going anywhere!”
“Well, do you know anyone who’d steal her?”

I didn’t need a second to know exactly who would steal my dear baby from me. There was no one else who would ever do such a sickening thing, “Andrew Beck.” I growled.