Chapter 4 - ENTERING THE NURSERY
I pulled into the driveway, left the engine running, and reached our front door before my mother noticed the hidden camera feed had shifted. The baby's cries grew louder as I crossed the hallway, and when I entered the nursery, Clara looked up at me with a wave of relief that twisted my stomach. My mother spun around, still holding our son out of reach, and immediately shifted into defense mode. “Thank God you're home,” she said, playing the victim. “Clara lost control. She threw her medicine, and I had to protect the baby.” I stepped between them, ignored her lies, and demanded my son back.
