Slowly my eyes moved toward the lower edge of the bed frame.
That was when I saw it.
The mattress wasn’t sitting evenly anymore.
One corner had shifted upward.
As if something beneath it had become wedged between the mattress and the wooden slats.
“Mia,” I whispered.
She stirred slightly.
“What’s wrong, Mom?”
I tried to keep my voice steady.
“Sweetheart… did anyone come into your room tonight?”
“No.”
“Did you hear anything?”
She shook her head sleepily.
I slid my hand beneath the edge of the mattress.
And touched something that absolutely wasn’t part of the bed.
The instant my fingers brushed the object beneath the mattress, a cold wave ran through my body. The shape felt long and rigid, like plastic or metal. I quickly pulled my hand away and stood up.
