“No. We always said no.”
A terrible thought formed in my head.
“Except maybe… when no one was watching.”
Daniel looked at me.
“You think a five-year-old hurt him?”
Dr. Patel spoke gently.
“It’s possible. Young children don’t understand how fragile infants are.”
Daniel ran a hand through his hair.
“But how would she get close enough?”
Just then a nurse knocked on the door.
“Excuse me,” she said. “There’s someone here asking about the baby.”
“Who?” I asked.
“The nanny.”
Daniel stiffened.
“Laura?”
“Yes.”
“And… she brought a little girl with her.”
My stomach turned.
The room went silent.
“Send them in,” Daniel said.
A moment later the door opened.
Laura stepped inside, pale and nervous.
Beside her stood a small girl with curly hair and wide eyes.
The moment the child saw the baby through the glass window…
She started crying.
“I’m sorry!” she sobbed.
The room froze.
Laura turned to her in shock.
“Emma, what are you talking about?”
The little girl clung to her mother’s leg, tears streaming down her face.
“I just wanted to hug the baby!” she cried.
My heart sank.
“I squeezed him because he wouldn’t stop crying…”
