Small. Wrapped in plastic. Duct-taped. Hidden in wall cavity.
Detective came out. Face grim. “Mr. Warren, we found human remains.”
“Small. Infant-sized. We need to secure the scene. Call forensics.”
My legs gave out. “Infant? In my house?”
“In the wall. Hidden. We don’t know how long. Or who.”
“But your son knew. Somehow. He knew something was there.”
Forensics arrived. Photographed. Documented. Removed remains carefully.
Sent to medical examiner. For identification. Dating. Cause of death.
I sat outside. Holding Ethan. Shaking. “How did you know, buddy?”
He pointed at wall. “Mama in there.”
But: It wasn’t Sarah. Couldn’t be. Sarah was buried. I attended funeral.
So: Whose infant was in my wall? And how did Ethan know?
Days later: Medical examiner report. Remains: Female infant. Approximately 6 months old.
Died: Approximately 4-6 years ago. Cause: Undetermined. Advanced decomposition.
DNA: Ran through databases. No match. Unknown child.
