It was a dark night. Rain spattered on windowpanes and trees danced in the wind. Inside the tall apartment buildings towering over the empty streets were families eating their supper. Except for one. In A-29, Emily Nelson was sitting by her phone, anxious. Dinner was becoming cold as John Nelson drove slowly through the traffic crowding the interstate. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much longer. The baby was already asleep in his crib.

He surveyed his surroundings and crept forward, The rain whipped around through the trees. As he came to the brick walls, he began to climb. Up he went. Higher and higher. He climbed up to the third floor and hung on to the projecting stones. Through the half-open curtains, he could see a woman alone. Her …show more content…
He let go of the outside wall and slipped a hand in the crack, palm up. Then with his left hand, he put it on the frame, palm down. Only his feet were bracing him against falling from three stories up. Suddenly, he heaved the window up with his right hand. The lock broke instantly, and he shoved it up higher before clambering inside. He tiptoed across the floor in soft but sturdy boots and stared into the crib. A child, about two years old, was sleeping peacefully. His breathing was calm.
“It seems almost a shame to wake him.” the man whispered to himself.
Dark tendrils of hair curled around his ears. Above his crib was the word “Caleb” pinned to the wall. But it was none of these things that interested the burglar. It was the faint glow around the baby’s fist that no one else would have noticed. Caleb was more than a child.

Emily was still by her phone, waiting, when she heard her baby whimper. Why did he have to wake up now? Sighing, she walked over to the door and opened it. Then her heart stopped cold. For standing in the center of the room with her boy in the crutch of his arm was a shadowy figure. It was as if time had frozen over as the two of them stared at each