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    â€œI want to help you, Celia. It’s…it’s something I have to do. I have to.”
    â€œThe baby needs to be taken to the medical examiner. What the hell is wrong with you?”
    Judy held the baby and placenta in her arms, both wrapped up in the same towel as before, now separated. “I know this seems crazy. Believe me, I know. But how long have you known me?”
    â€œHow does that even matter? I don’t—”
    â€œJust how fucking long?”
    â€œI don’t know, ten years?”
    â€œHave I ever given you reason not to trust me? Do I strike you as a crazy person?”
    â€œWell, not until now.”
    â€œI know how you can have a baby, Celia. I know how. And it would be your baby, inside of you. Yours. You would birth it, the baby would be yours.”
    Cecilia stared at her, hands clutched to her chest. “This is…this is mean. Why would you say that to me?”
    â€œMy children…” Judy started, her eyes moving to the dead baby in her arms. “The first two were perfect, no problems. But we wanted a third. We wanted one more to make our family whole. But…but something was wrong. My baby was stillborn, looked just like this when he came out.” She displayed the tiny, curled-up body. “We tried again and again, but it kept happening. We were devastated, heartbroken. But I was told, I was told what to do.”
    â€œBy who?”
    Judy shook her head. “You can’t know that, you can never know that. She told me…told me to put my baby under my pillow.”
    Cecilia actually laughed, eyed her door and wondered if she could outrun Judy, slam the door in the midwife’s face.
    â€œShe told me to hang the placenta outside of my window. And the fairy would come.”
    â€œThe fairy? The fucking fairy? Judy, you need to leave. You need to leave right now.”
    â€œSo I did it. I hung my placenta outside of my window. I tucked my baby under my pillow, laid my head right on top of him.” She smiled. “And he came. The fairy came, just like she said he would. And he gave me my baby.”
    Cecilia thought back to the photograph, the small child hanging from the harness swing. She’d met the older two before, but never the youngest. As far as she knew, nobody had ever met the youngest.
    â€œJudy, I think you should head home, to your family, to your children, okay? If you want to give me the baby, I’ll make sure it gets to the medical examiner.”
    Judy shook her head, took a step back. “Don’t you see, Celia? This is a gift. You’re supposed to put your own baby under your pillow, but you can’t have one, and by fate, you get this one.” She held out the baby again, its little body shifting, its head rolling and now facing Cecilia. “This is meant to be.”
    Cecilia turned her back on Judy, walked to her front door. The midwife stayed in the street, shaking her head, still holding the baby out for her.
    â€œI’m going to sleep. We’ve had a long night, and obviously you’re not in your right mind. I’ll pretend like none of this happened, but you need to take that baby to the proper authorities. The parents deserve to give their child a proper burial.”
    She didn’t give Judy a chance to respond as she slid into her home and slammed the door. Skittles celebrated her master’s return. “Shhh, Skittles. Quiet.”
    Eye hovering over the peephole, Cecilia watched the pinched image of Judy standing there in the street, between the two cars, now clutching the dead baby to her chest and staring down at it. After a few more minutes and a few glances toward Cecilia’s door, she finally got back into her car and drove away.
    Cecilia leaned her back against the door, let her body slide down until she was seated. Skittles forced her head into Cecilia’s lap, slathered her fingers with tongue and whined.
    She didn’t know if