Tugging at the roots of a sycamore in the yard of her future home, a pregnant woman named Holly unearths a blue box. Prying it open, she finds the skeletal remains of an infant. She gasps and drops the bones onto the ground: “The skull had landed right in front of her. Smiling. Black eyeholes insanely piercing. Two minuscule tooth-thingies on the bottom jaw looked ready to bite. . . . It kept staring. Like it knew something.” Holly, who has named her soon-to-be-born baby Aimee — which, in French, means “beloved” — retches and begins to scream.
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