When Andrew’s breathing slowed and became abdominal rather than thoracic, indicating a true state of sleep for an infannt, Krystyn raised the side of the crib and latched it with a distinctive metallic click as the mechanism locked the side of the crib in place. The noise roused Andrew for a few moments and he whimpered a little as she turned out the light when she and Becky left the room, feeling lonely and abandoned within the high confines of his crib. He continued to suck on the pacifier as he ineffectually rolled around on the mattress, unable to relax in the confines of the plastic-covered disposable diaper that hugged his loins and bottom so closely. Andrew prayed that God would find some way to deliver him from his fate, wishing he had never met Krystyn. Unaccountably, the soothing lullaby coming from the hidden speakers became slightly louder and seemed to fill the room with its relaxing melodies.

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