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Every night, without exception Sara rose from her bed that she shared with her husband and hurried through the door, as if something worried her.

Sometimes, when he followed her stealthily, he could see her in the room, still in the rocking chair, with her eyes lost in the distance and arms resting on her lap, holding something invisible.

- "Let's go to sleep, " - he murmurs hoarsely.

- "The baby is crying, " - Sara answers, always the same answer.

But then John would see the cradle empty, and without insisting he would return only to his bedroom.