Sounds

Inevitably, the second I wandered into the Baby aisle at Target, we hear a newborn. That sad, distinctive mew.

Rachel heard it, too.

"Mama! A baby! Let's see!" She pulled my hand in the direction of the sound.

My gaze went back to the shelf. I tried to make myself busy, looking at the display of wipes and diapers. Which of course are decorated with cherub faces.

No Sarah. Not fair.