Alicia Silvers was seven months pregnant when the call came that would shatter her world. The voice on the other end was calm but heavy. “Is this Alicia Silvers? I’m Officer Duncan. I regret to inform you that your husband, John, has been in a fatal car accident on Farm Road Highway. We found your number in his phone and need you to come identify the body.” Alicia froze. The feeling of dread she’d had that morning when John left on his business trip had just been confirmed in the cruelest way possible.
The shock sent her into early labor. Thankfully, her neighbor, Mrs. Hall, was quick to act. She called 911, and Alicia was rushed to the hospital, where she gave birth to a premature baby boy she named Edduin. Because of his early arrival, Edduin spent his first weeks in the NICU, fighting to grow strong enough to come home.
Once released from the hospital, Alicia had to face the reality of raising her son alone while managing the business John left behind. Using her MBA background, she took over operations, determined to keep the company afloat. John’s secretary, Madison, was a huge help, encouraging Alicia to work from home so she could care for Edduin full-time. Though she could’ve hired help, Alicia chose to be there for her son, balancing work, diapers, and midnight feedings from her small home office.
Over the next year, Alicia found a rhythm—until strange things began happening. It started with Edduin waking up crying in the middle of the night, more often than usual. She would rush into his room, finding him distressed and wide-eyed. At first, she chalked it up to teething or nightmares, but it started happening too frequently. He seemed exhausted during the day, yawning constantly and uninterested in playing with his toys.