Baby Teeth by Pam Mchugh

prompt: the silence is suspicious

​Jillian sits bedside, forehead in her hands. Her mind rewinds to November 5, 2013. The day of the baby teeth.

She’d just climbed the stairs and stood in the second-story hallway. Bedroom doors were ajar, lights were off. A few random socks strewn here and there.

“Emily?”

The silence was suspicious, practically foreign in this household.

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