no truck or van nearby, and no one disappearing down the street.
Only the silent strollers, as if they had appeared from the earth during the night.
“That’s impossible,” I whispered.
My chest tightened, just as it had in the hospital hallway.
I pressed my palm against my breastbone until I could breathe normally again.
Then I walked into the yard because I could think of nothing else to do.
As I moved through the rows, one stroller made cold fear crawl along my spine.
It was bigger than the
