Dear diary,

  The heartbeats gone quiet. I don't like it.

  Bitsy took me to see the cocoon today, to see if it would react to me, and it did. When I came close to it the whispers became so disorientating I fainted. I dreamt of mom, and the house, our house. Before daddy died, before mommy left, and before Goodman took me away. I was listening to the baby in mommy's tummy. It had the same rhythm as that cocoon.

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  thump thump, thump thump.

  Two beats, a pause and repeat. The baby would kick and mommy's tummy would stretch. She would groan in pain and push me away.

  I didn't like the baby.

  Love,

  Tina