 Isabella reflected on this for a minute and then said, that baby sister grew in the garden. I sat down on the porch swing, swaying back and forth, my head spinning. Should I call Charlie, the police? Yeah, and what am I going to say? And what am I going to do with this baby? It's not like we can just bring it in and keep it like we found a stray cat. The baby opened its eyes and regarded me for a moment.