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“Mark?” my sister Sofia asked, stirring something on the stove.
“Of course,” my mom replied. “He’s handling some business for me first, but then he’s free to explore. I told him, ‘You’re a single man—use this trip to meet someone.’”
She laughed as if matchmaking her assistant was the most natural thing in the world.
Max, my husband, glanced up from where he was stringing lights around the windows. “Do you ever give anyone a real vacation, Anne?”
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“Not when there’s work to be done,” Mom shot back playfully.
The house buzzed with activity. My grandmother sat by the kitchen table, peeling oranges for mulled wine, her sharp eyes observing everything.
“We’re out of cinnamon,” she announced abruptly, waving a wooden spoon in my direction. “You can’t make good mulled wine without cinnamon.”
I sighed, wiping my hands on a dishtowel. “Fine, I’ll run to the store.”
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“I can go,” Max offered.
“No need,” I said, grabbing my scarf. “It’s just cinnamon. I’ll be back before you miss me.”
On my way out, I grabbed a coat from the hook by the door—Sofia’s oversized camel-colored one. Her dramatic scarf hung next to it, a perfect match for her signature style.
“Lucy,” Sofia called from the stove, “you better not lose my coat!”
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I rolled my eyes. “It’s just a coat, Sofia. Relax.”
As I slid my hands into the deep pockets, my fingers brushed against something crinkly. I froze, pulled it out, and found myself holding a folded receipt.
Curious, I opened it. A necklace. Luxurious, judging by the price.
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The date on the receipt made me pause. Last Tuesday. That was the same day I’d called Sofia to confirm our dinner plans. Her voice had been low, almost hushed.
“I can’t talk right now,” she’d said. “I’m… at a jewelry store. Not alone.”
I’d brushed it off at the time. Sofia had always been secretive about her elusive boyfriend, never telling the family much. But this… this didn’t feel right.
My breath caught as I read the signature at the bottom. It was my husband’s signature.
Max? But how? Why is his name on a receipt for an extravagant necklace hidden in my sister’s coat?
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***
Christmas had arrived, filling my mother’s house with an almost magical warmth. Laughter echoed from the living room, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the cheery sound of holiday music. The scent of cinnamon and pine drifted through the air, making everything feel cozy and perfect.
Perfect for everyone but me.
I sat in the corner, absently swirling the drink in my hand, my eyes glued to Sofia and Max. They were just themselves—on the surface. But I noticed everything. The way their eyes met for just a moment too long. The fleeting smiles they shared when no one else was looking.
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Then there was the disappearing act. First, Max slipped out of the room, muttering something about needing to grab his phone. A few minutes later, Sofia casually excused herself to check on the pie in the kitchen.
Am I imagining things?
When they didn’t return, I couldn’t sit still any longer. I followed them into the hallway, flattened myself against the wall, barely breathing as I strained to hear their voices.
“…I’m pregnant,” Sofia said, her voice low but clear enough to shatter me. “And I don’t know how to tell Lucy.”
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Pregnant?! Sofia and Max… together? My husband and my sister. It can’t be!
My legs felt like jelly as I made my way to the front door, needing to escape the suffocating warmth of the house.
The cold evening air hit me hard, making me gasp. My mind screamed that it wasn’t true, but my heart ached with doubt. They thought I didn’t notice. They thought I was blind. But it was time to prove them wrong.
I stopped at a store on the way back, grabbing a few things. My plan formed with every step, sharp and precise. I had no desire to be a fool.
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***
That evening, I slipped back into the house. No one had even noticed I’d been gone for hours. Typical. They were all too busy laughing, eating, and chatting.
I wasn’t in the mood to pretend I belonged in their little bubble of holiday cheer, so I sat silently at the dinner table, watching everyone else enjoy the evening.
“Lucy, you’re so quiet!” my mom said, glancing over at me. “You’re not feeling sick, are you? We can’t have you missing Christmas!”
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“I’m fine, Mom,” I said flatly, stabbing a green bean with my fork.
“Well, cheer up,” my grandmother chimed in. “Did I ever tell you about the time I almost met Frank Sinatra?”
“Almost?” my dad teased. “Every year, it gets closer. By next Christmas, you’ll be married to him.”
Everyone laughed except me.
Sofia grinned. “Oh, come on, Lucy. It’s Christmas Eve! You used to love this.”
I locked eyes with her. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m about to make things very merry.”
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Without waiting, I pushed my chair back and walked to the tree.
“Gift time,” I said, grabbing the two boxes I had prepared earlier. “I thought I’d start the fun a little early.”
“Can’t we wait until dessert?” my dad asked, already reaching for the pie.
“Nope. This can’t wait,” I replied, placing the first box in front of Sofia.
“For me?” Sofia’s voice wavered as she reached for the ribbon.
“Go on, open it,” I said, my tone sugary sweet.
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Everyone leaned forward as she opened the box. The baby cradle gleamed under the lights.
Sofia froze. “What… what is this?”
“Oh, you know,” I said lightly. “A little something I thought you might need soon.”
Her face turned pale. “I don’t… What are you talking about?”
“Lucy,” my mom interrupted. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“No joke.” I turned to Max and handed him the second box. “Now, this one is for you, dear husband. I hope it’s the right size.”
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Max opened the box cautiously. His face flushed bright red.
“Diapers?” my mom asked, completely confused.
“Well,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, “maybe my gifts aren’t as exquisite as the ones my husband buys for my dear little sister.”
With that, I reached into my pocket, pulled out the receipt, and flung it across the table toward Max. It landed right in front of him.
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My mother’s hand paused mid-air with her fork, my grandmother’s brow furrowed in confusion. Sofia froze, while Max looked like he’d just been caught red-handed.
“Lucy, I…” Sofia stammered.
“Go on,” I said, folding my arms. “I’m dying to hear this explanation.”
Before Sofia could form a coherent sentence, Max abruptly stood up. His hand darted into his pocket, fumbling as he pulled out a small jewelry box.
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“Lucy. I bought this for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes. It’s… it’s always been for you.”
“And I helped him choose it,” Sofia added quickly. “As a thank-you for supporting me when I needed help.”
The weight of everyone’s eyes pressing down on me. Slowly, I opened the lid. Inside was the necklace, gleaming under the warm light.
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“Oh, Max, how beautiful!” my mother exclaimed, clasping her hands together dramatically. “But…” She paused, her face scrunching in confusion as she turned to me. “I still don’t understand. What’s with the baby things, Lucy?”
Before I could answer, Sofia blurted out, “Mom, I’m pregnant.”
“Pregnant?” Mom repeated, her voice an octave higher. “Oh, Sofia, why didn’t you tell us?”
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“And who’s the father?” I asked coldly, my eyes narrowing as I stared at Max.
Sofia opened her mouth to reply, but before she could get a word out, the doorbell rang. My mother shot to her feet, muttering, “Who on earth could that be at this hour?”
***
When my mother returned to the room, she wasn’t alone. Standing beside her was her personal assistant, holding a bouquet of roses.
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“Mark?” Mom said. “I sent you on a trip for the holidays! A new place, a chance to meet someone. You’re supposed to be single and exploring the world!”
Mark’s gaze shifted past her and landed directly on Sofia. “I already have someone, Mrs. Turner. The only woman I’ve ever loved.”
Sofia gasped. But instead of running to him, she bolted for the hallway.
“To the bathroom?” my grandmother asked, watching her disappear.
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“Morning sickness,” my mother declared with authority, shaking her head knowingly. “I remember those days. Being pregnant is not for the faint of heart.”
“Pregnant?” Mark repeated. “Sofia’s pregnant?”
Max stood, finally breaking his stunned silence. “Yes, she’s pregnant. And it’s yours, Mark.”
Mark’s mouth opened, but Max continued. “She told me because you disappeared for a week. She didn’t know what to do and needed someone to confide in. So, she trusted me to keep it a secret until she was ready.”
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Just then, Sofia emerged from the hallway, her face still pale but determined.
“Mark,” she said softly, stepping closer. “I was terrified. I thought I’d lost you. Max was just… someone I could trust when I didn’t know what to do.”
She glanced at me and offered a faint smile. “And, as a thank-you, I helped him pick out your necklace.”
“Oh,” I said, exhaling a sharp breath as the pieces finally came together. “I found the receipt, thought it was for Sofia, overheard about the pregnancy, and…” I winced. “And I let my imagination run wild.”
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“Mom,” Sofia added, shaking her head. “You sent Mark away without knowing any of this.”
My mother raised her hands defensively. “I didn’t know! I just thought he needed a vacation! How was I supposed to guess all this?”
Mark crossed the room, wrapping Sofia in a warm embrace. “I’m so sorry I left you in doubt,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I asked you not to tell anyone about me because I didn’t know how your mom would react. But none of that matters now. I love you, Sofia. I want to be with you—both of you.”
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Max pulled me close, his hand resting on my shoulder. “And I promise no more secrets, Lucy. Not ever. I should have told you from the start.”
By the time we all sat back down to dinner, laughter filled the air again. The clinking of glasses and the joyful chatter returned, stronger than before.
What had started as a chaotic storm of misunderstandings ended with love, honesty, and forgiveness. That Christmas we spent as a whole family.
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The day before Christmas, everything seemed perfect until it wasn’t. I found a receipt for a stunning necklace, signed by my husband, hidden in my sister’s coat. Was it a gift or something far worse?
The day before Christmas was a rare and special occasion. My mother, who never seemed to have a spare moment away from her demanding job, had miraculously freed up her schedule to host the family dinner. She bustled around the house, beaming yet still sneaking glances at her phone.
“Well,” she cheerfully said as she set down a platter of cookies, “I finally sent my assistant Mark on that trip I’ve been planning for him. The poor man has been swamped with work all year.”
Newborn Baby Cries All Day No Matter What Parents Do, after a While They Check His Crib – Story of the Day
Walter returns home from work to find his baby son crying. His wife has tried everything to quiet their son, but nothing works. Walter decides to check the crib and is shocked by what he finds there.
An ear-splitting wail echoed through the house as Walter entered from the garage. His wife, Abby, sat in the kitchen, and by the distressed look on her face, he knew Logan’s cries were bothering her again.
“Oh, honey,” he says and hugs her from behind. “How long has he been crying like that?”
“I’ve tried everything, Walter!” Abby broke down into sobs. “He’s been fed, changed, bathed, and burped! I even took his temperature! I don’t know what to do now. He keeps crying!”
After becoming parents a month ago, everything in the couple’s lives changed. And if there was something that really distressed Walter, it was Logan’s cries.
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“Come, we’ll figure this out together,” Walter said and took Abby to Logan’s room.
He cheerfully approached Logan’s crib. But all he saw in the crib was a dictaphone and a note. Walter pressed the stop button on the dictaphone, and Logan’s cries stopped.
“What did you do?” Abby called from behind. Walter wasn’t listening. He held the note and zoned out. It wasn’t until Abby snatched the note from his hand and opened it that he realized what had occurred.
“I warned you that you’d regret being rude to me.
If you want to see your baby again, leave $200,000 in the luggage storage lockers near the pier.
If you go to the police, you’ll never see him again.”
“Oh my God!” Abby gasped. “What does it mean? Was I rude to someone? Were you? Who would kidnap Logan?”
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Walter recalled the janitor he’d mistreated at the maternity hospital. He was bringing a cute bear-shaped pot for Abby while she was admitted to the hospital, but the pot broke when he tripped over the janitor’s broom.
Furious, Walter called the man awful names, and the janitor said, “You’ll regret it!”
“We’ll have to go to the police, honey,” Walter said, snapping out of his thoughts. “It must be him!”
“What? The note says we’ll never see Logan again if we go to the police, Walter. We should just pay the ransom!”
“We don’t know if he’ll return Logan if we do that. Think about it, honey. This guy is a janitor… there’s no way he’d know if we went to the police, and since we know where he works, they might be able to go straight to the maternity hospital, arrest him, and bring Logan home to us.”
Abby agreed.
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Walter parked their car outside the station. He and Abby were about to exit the vehicle when Walter’s phone buzzed with a message.
“This is your first and last warning. If you enter that police station, your kid’s going into the bay. Get the money to the location mentioned below.”
Abby gasped as she read the message, and Walter looked around, trying to spot the kidnapper. But there were too many people. The only way to rescue Logan now was to pay the ransom.
Walter decided to drive to the bank right away, but Abby’s condition deteriorated. She threw up once and was about to throw up for a second time. It was better to drive her home, Walter decided.
“Don’t hate me for it, honey, but that’s the best for you,” he said. And Abby didn’t protest.
“Fine…But Walter…does that kidnapper even know about caring for a newborn?” she asked and broke down into tears.
Walter said nothing and drove her home. But his imagination wasn’t immune to dark thoughts. He kept imagining Logan in a dark room, crying for help that never came.
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Somehow pulling himself together, Walter drove to the bank. Then he visited the storage locker mentioned by the kidnapper and placed the money inside it.
There were too many people around for him to spot the janitor, but Walter knew he would be somewhere nearby, watching him. So Walter returned to his car, drove a short distance, and parked around the lockers again. It wasn’t long before he spotted the janitor from the maternity hospital.
The janitor opened the locker. Walter sat up straighter, but then a tourist group walked past, hiding the janitor from view.
“Move it!” Walter snapped.
Painful minutes stretched out as the tourists headed toward one of the statues. After the last few people in the group eventually passed the lockers, Walter swore. The janitor had disappeared.
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Walter barely dared to breathe as he scanned the crowd. The man had been wearing the sort of flashy shirt sold in the more eclectic, hippie-themed stores, so he shouldn’t have been hard to spot.
There! A wave of relief washed over him as Walter spotted the janitor crossing the road. He was carrying the bag of money Walter had placed in the locker. Walter leaped from his car and followed him.
The man led him around a parking lot, past a variety of restaurants and several museums before he turned into a bus station. They were heading toward another row of lockers.
The janitor placed the bag inside a locker. When he turned around, Walter was ready. He shoved the janitor up against the lockers and held him there with his forearm.
“Where is my son?” Walter demanded. “I’ve done everything you asked, you jerk; now return Logan to me!”
“Look, I was offered $100 to collect the package and then drop it off here,” the man said. “I don’t know about your son!”
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“Don’t you dare lie!”
“I’m not! Some guy paid me to deliver the package! I ran into him in the parking lot after work one day, but he was standing with the light behind him, so I didn’t see his face. I have two kids of my own. I’d never hurt someone else’s child.”
Something about the janitor’s eyes told Walter the older man wasn’t lying. He let the man go, then opened the locker. But it was empty. Somebody had cut a hole in the back.
Walter jogged around to the back of the lockers. The hole was covered from the back with a thin steel plate, loosely secured by two screws. Nobody around was carrying a bag like the one he’d placed the money into.
Walter didn’t know how to break the news to Abby. Logan was their miracle baby. They’d been struggling for years before they conceived him. And now, he had lost his only chance to get Logan back.
Walter entered his home. He checked all the rooms downstairs but didn’t find Abby anywhere. He went upstairs to check their bedroom and noticed Abby’s things were gone.
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At first, Walter suspected she was kidnapped. He called her. Countless times. But she never answered. Then it dawned on him that the kidnapper wouldn’t have taken all of Abby’s things. Even her hand lotion was missing.
Walter was crushed, to say the least. How could Abby do this to them? No wonder she’d been so eager to return home after feeling sick. She had also insisted they pay the ransom. Abby was Logan’s kidnapper. Did she have an accomplice?
The only thing that consoled Walter’s heart was that the ransom money was fake. He would find a way to get his son back.
Walter drove to the maternity hospital where Logan was born, and near the vending machine, he found the man he was looking for—a doctor.
“Hi,” Walter approached him. “I hope you can help me. I need someone to call my wife—”
“I’m not a phone service,” the doctor replied sharply.
“You don’t understand. I’m willing to pay you handsomely for your assistance, doctor, and your silence.”
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The doctor studied Walter through narrowed eyes. He slowly smiled as Walter explained his situation and told him what he wanted the doctor to tell Abby.
Walter then retrieved his wallet and furtively showed the doctor the dollar bills inside it. The man nodded. “Okay, we have a deal. Come with me!”
Walter followed the doctor to a nurse’s station on the second floor. All the nurses were checking on their patients, judging by the activity in the hallways. Nobody took much notice as the doctor lifted the phone and dialed Abby’s number.
“Good morning, Mrs. Taylor; this is Dr. Jones from the maternity hospital. I’m calling to inform you that we just discovered something very serious in one of the routine tests we performed on your son after he was born. He needs to come in for treatment immediately.”
Walter heard Abby’s emotional outcry from the other side of the nurse’s station but couldn’t make out her exact words.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t discuss the details over the phone. All I can say for now is that he has a rare genetic condition. I’m sure he does seem fine now, but that could change at any moment. He’s at a higher risk for SIDS and several other life-threatening conditions. You really need to bring him in today, Mrs. Taylor.”
Dr. Jones ended the call a few minutes later and showed Walter a thumbs-up.
“She’s going to bring the baby in ASAP.” Dr. Jones held out his hand and wriggled his fingers. “I did my bit. Now it’s time for you to pay up.”
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Walter paid the doctor and went back downstairs. He wandered around for a few minutes before his phone started ringing. His lip curled in disgust when he checked the caller ID.
“You have some nerve to phone me after what you did, Abby,” Walter said. “Where’s Logan? I demand you bring him back.”
“Says the man who doesn’t even care enough about him to pay the ransom!” Abby shrieked. “That money was all fake, you tight-fisted jerk. Logan needs to see a doctor urgently, and I can’t take him because of you. Where’s the real money, Walter?”
“In my account, where it’s been all along. What’s wrong with Logan, or is this just another scheme to get my money?”
Abby swore at him and began to cry. “I told you; he’s sick! You’ve got to send me the money so he can receive treatment. He’ll die without it.”
“I won’t let my son die! I’ll pay,” Walter replied and hung up.
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Hearing Abby confirm she was behind Logan’s kidnapping broke his heart all over again. It took a few minutes before he pulled himself together enough to send her an immediate payment via his money transfer app. Now, all he had to do was wait.
***
Tears trailed down Walter’s cheeks when his little brother, James, entered the hospital with Abby. James held Logan against his chest while Abby spoke to the receptionist.
It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as the police officers and FBI agents came forward and surrounded Abby and James. Walter had informed the cops beforehand.
“You’re under arrest for kidnapping!” an FBI agent called out. “Hand the child over, nice and slowly, and raise your hands.”
“Get away from us!” Abby shrieked as she moved to stand between the FBI agent and Logan. “My son is sick. He needs to see a doctor.”
“No, he isn’t,” Walter called out as he approached the group. “There’s nothing wrong with Logan at all.”
Abby’s gaze locked onto him. Walter watched as the fear and uncertainty in her eyes shifted into red-hot fury. She rushed forward as though to attack him. But the police tackled her. She and James were arrested.
Walter hugged his son, relieved to have him back. But Abby wasn’t done yet.
“You think you’ve won? Logan isn’t even yours! You couldn’t get me pregnant, remember? But whatever’s wrong with you clearly doesn’t run in the family!” she yelled.
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Walter froze. He looked at his brother, who wouldn’t even raise his head to look at him. It pained Walter. But nothing mattered because he had Logan with him.
“I will adopt him if that’s what I have to do!” he shot back. “I will watch him grow up while you two rot behind bars!” he said and left with Logan.
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