It was my granddaughter!
“Vivian, honey, what is it?” I asked. A few seconds later, I finally heard a voice, but it wasn’t Vivian’s. It was Zoe, my granddaughter. “Grandma? Mommy is crying. Please, help!” she said, and she sounded scared. “Honey, what do you mean? Why aren’t you sleeping? It’s the middle of the night!” I said, still unaware of what was really happening.