A white bassinet.
It was so much like the one she would have chosen. The same scalloped lace around the hood. Panic rose in her throat and squeezed her chest, like her heart might pop. Where is the baby? The question bounced around her brain. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to snap herself out of whatever was happening. But everything about the moment felt vivid and real. She crept closer to the mirror-hole on the wall.
Lindy stared into the hole, taking in every strange detail. She watched in disbelief. Little legs kicked up above the edge of the bassinet. A baby.
My baby.
She stared, transfixed by the bassinet, then gasped as she saw herself enter the room on the other side. A her that wasn’t her and was, all at the same time. Same auburn hair, pulled into a loose ponytail, like
