Crayvin
"What is your problem?" I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest.
She raises her index finger and places it over her lips and silences me, yet again, with another shush. "Do you hear that?"
Before I shake my head and declare her insane, I hear it. A small whimper. "It's coming from over there," I say, pointing towards the couch.
With all of the commotion in here with the coroner and EMT's, we didn't hear the soft whimpering noise. Cassandra gets down on her knees and lifts the front skirt of the couch, shining her flashlight to peek underneath at what could possibly be making it. Cassandra drops her flashlight to the floor as both of her hands disappear under the couch.
"Aww, oh my gosh, Crayvin, look!"
Seconds later, Cassandra stands to her feet, holding something against her
