Noah froze.
He stared, eyes wide.
“There’s a baby in there,” he whispered to himself.
He crept closer, peeking in.
At that moment, Daniel was standing by the window, rubbing his eyes, exhausted. He turned and noticed the small figure in the doorway.
“Hey,” Daniel said gently. “You can’t be in here.”
Noah didn’t move. He just pointed.
“The baby’s cold,” he said.
Daniel blinked. “What?”
“The baby needs mud,” Noah added seriously.