Abby was sitting at the kitchen island with her head in her hands.

“Oh, honey,” her husband Walter said, his voice filled with concern as he walked into the kitchen. “How long has Logan been crying like that?” “All day,” she wept, her voice trembling with exhaustion and frustration. “He’s been crying all day, and I’ve tried everything! His diaper is clean, he’s eaten, I’ve bathed him and burped him. I don’t know what to do anymore! Why won’t he stop crying?” “We’ll go together and see if we can’t figure out what the little guy wants,” Walter said soothingly, gently taking Abby’s hand and leading her to the nursery. As they approached the crib, Walter called out softly, “Hey, Logan, it sounds like you and Mama have been having a really bad day, little man. Maybe Daddy can figure out a way to help you both, huh?” But as he got closer, Walter’s eyes widened in shock. “What on earth…?” Abby looked up, confusion and panic flickering across her face. “What is it, Walter?” Walter reached into the crib and pulled out a small device. “It’s a dictaphone,” he said, his voice a mix of bewilderment and anger. “It’s been playing the sound of a baby crying on repeat.”