There was some furniture, but it was all buried beneath dusty old sheets. But some of it looked... it couldn't be. I got to my feet and slowly walked towards the sheet draped over the almost familiar shape. I lifted up one corner, just to peak, then peeled back one whole side of the sheet. It was a crib. A beautiful wooden crib, though it didn't appear like it had ever been used. I looked around again now, more closely, picking out shapes in the dark room. Against the wall was a dresser. I opened it up and found a mixture of pink and baby blue clothes, all neatly folded and arranged, ready to be used. And then I saw, over in the corner of the room, several cans of paint. I went and checked and sure enough, one was blue, the other pink. The walls still white. And against another wall a stroller still in the packaging, not yet assembled. I remembered then something Connor had said to me, in the early morning when the security guard had been found dead.
