Harry's wife picked up the squalling bundle. "Oh, sweetheart!" she cooed,
stroking the baby's feathery hair. "Oh, don't cry!"
"Who was that woman?" Harry asked. "Do you think that was the baby's mother?"
"I don't know, but there's a note here," she replied, taking it out and reading it. Harry watched in alarm as his wife's eyes spilled over with tears.
"My god, Harry, listen to this," she said, her voice quavering. "It says, 'Please take good care of my baby. I had no other choice but to leave her here. Her father will abuse her like he has done to me. Whatever you do, don't take her back to Silent Hill, because he will kill both of us. Tell her when she gets older that Lisa loved her very much.'"
"That's horrible," Harry said, tentatively stroking the baby's cheek. "What should we do?"
His wife looked up, and he saw no compromise in her eyes. "We're keeping her."
"Who was that woman?" Harry asked. "Do you think that was the baby's mother?"
"I don't know, but there's a note here," she replied, taking it out and reading it. Harry watched in alarm as his wife's eyes spilled over with tears.
"My god, Harry, listen to this," she said, her voice quavering. "It says, 'Please take good care of my baby. I had no other choice but to leave her here. Her father will abuse her like he has done to me. Whatever you do, don't take her back to Silent Hill, because he will kill both of us. Tell her when she gets older that Lisa loved her very much.'"
"That's horrible," Harry said, tentatively stroking the baby's cheek. "What should we do?"
His wife looked up, and he saw no compromise in her eyes. "We're keeping her."