Inspecting the Doll
As the days went, the doll appeared to be in sync with our activities. Whether we were eating or lounging on the couch, it was as if its tiny eyes were observing. Curiosity got the better of me. I felt it was time for a deeper look. Picking it up, I carefully turned it over, brushing my fingertips across its surfaces. It seemed strange doing this, as if I was probing the unknown, but I couldn’t help myself.
Inspecting The Doll
Dinner Discussions
At supper, I decided to discuss my concerns with my spouse. Between bites of pasta, I told him how concerned I was about the doll. He listened and nodded slowly. “You know, I’ve been feeling a little off lately,” he said, appearing serious. Despite hearing my worries, he remained unconvinced. “It might just be our imagination, I mean, look at what we’re going through,” he told me. Still, something inside me insisted that there was more.
Dinner Discussions
