Rear Window

Last night, I was lounging, watching my favorite show, Grey's Anatomy, when I heard a strange noise. Turning the volume to mute, I sat up and heard crying. My neighbors next door have several young children, so I presumed it was one of them. For some reason, I got up and went to my bathroom window. The crying was loud. I opened the window expecting to hear the baby crying to my right. Instead, the crying was coming from another house in the back. I ran downstairs out to the deck and opened the door. Yes, the crying was in the back and the house adjacent to mine. It was indeed a baby - more like a toddler - crying. He/she was outside! In the dark! On the deck! Alone! As I stood outside trying to grasp what was happening, someone, a woman, appeared at the sliding glass door where the toddler (a boy I think) was facing and crying and snatched him inside. I heard her voice, "See what you've done," she said. I stood there frozen. What had I seen? Was this right? In a split second, I knew what I had to do. Call the police. I couldn't take the chance. Thirty minutes later a policeman showed up at my door. I explained what happened and showed him the house. The house was now dark. Soon after the policeman left, I saw the downstairs lights go on in the house. Next, the upstairs lights went on. I relaxed. He must have gone upstairs to check on the baby. I never heard sirens. I never heard an ambulance. It was hard sleeping. I figure there had to be two houses having a hard time sleeping. I wondered if I had done the right thing. Last night I was sure. This morning I'm still sure. Something wasn't right.