“I remember my last conversation with her. She asked me to go to her room and get her a blanket because she was cold. She told me to get the blue blanket from her closet, not the one off her bed, because there was a baby sleeping in her bed.” I look at Olivia, shaking my head. “So I checked her bed, and of course, there was no baby. I went and asked her what she was talking about, and she said, ‘Baby Quinn.’”
