In the darkness, he heard the quiet crying of a baby. 3 am wakings were not unheard of in the Gabler household, but Charles wasn't usually out of bed when they happened. He got up from the rocker and threw down his cigar. Inside, he heard nothing but the loud breathing of the first-grader. He stood outside the door like a ninja bodyguard, ready to pounce in silently and swiftly if the need should arise. The silence persisted, he guessed the baby had settled back down. With all three boys asleep in one room, it was seldom worth creaking open the door for an actual look. On his way out, he caught sight of the beer bottles left behind when date night relocated. As he tidied up he thought he heard the cry not from within, but seeping through the screen windows on the front of the house. The moment he stepped outside, he knew the baby was somewhere nearby. It was outdoors too, or he'd never have heard the low but clear garbles and squeaks. ...
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