Prologue: A Cry in the Night
The night it all began was like any other for the Taylors—an ordinary evening punctuated by the soft hum of everyday life. But as the clock crept past midnight, a sound unlike any I’d ever heard shattered the fragile calm: an ear‐splitting wail that seemed to echo the depths of despair.
I, Walter Taylor, had spent years trying to navigate the quiet rhythms of life. After long days at work and evenings spent alone in a house that once pulsed with the warmth of my wife Abby’s laughter, I’d grown accustomed to the solitude. Yet, nothing could have prepared me for that night when our baby son, Logan, wouldn’t stop crying—no matter what we tried.