Curiosity Peaks
The anxiety was almost palpable as we huddled around the kitchen table. Our tolerance was growing thin, but comprehending what we were dealing with became too important to ignore. We needed answers right now. As our anticipation mounted, each instant felt longer than the previous one. I could feel the weight of the unknown crushing down on us as we prepared to discover what was hidden inside this mystery baby doll.
Curiosity Peaks
The Doll on the Table
We carefully placed the doll on the kitchen table. I held my breath as my husband located the appropriate tool and began unscrewing the back panel, just as he promised. I tried to remain cool, but each twist of his hand increased my heartbeat. ‘Be careful,’ I cautioned him needlessly, my gaze shifting between the small screws and his attentive expression, praying for neither a complicated mess nor a horrible revelation.
The Doll On The Table
