When she arrived, Nancy found herself in front of a modest little house. She cradled the baby in her arms, walked up to the front door, and knocked.
“Hello? Is anyone home?” she called out.
After knocking ten times with no answer, Nancy concluded that the house was empty. She looked around and decided to approach the neighbors. She started with the house next door and rang the doorbell.
The door creaked open, and Nancy’s eyes widened in shock when Amanda stepped out.
“You?” Nancy gasped.
“How…how did you find me?” Amanda stuttered.
“I was trying to find my husband’s…” Nancy paused, her voice catching. “His other woman. I wanted to return her baby.”
A strange sadness flashed across Amanda’s face. “The woman who lived next door… died a few days ago. She had a heart attack when she learned about your husband’s accident. Emma is no more.”
“Wait…did you say Emma?” Nancy asked, her heart pounding.
“Yes,” Amanda nodded.
“Was…Was her last name Warren?”