I WAS CHOPPING VEGETABLES IN THE KITCHEN WHEN MY 4-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER PULLED ON MY ARM, HER FACE FILLED WITH FEAR AND WORRY. « MOMMY… CAN I STOP TAKING THE PILLS GRANDMA GIVES ME EVERY DAY? »

I forced a smile for her.

The hardest smile of my life.

Then my phone buzzed again.

Another text.

This one longer.

My breath caught.

« Emma always sleeps so much better after her vitamins. You should thank me instead of overreacting. »

I felt sick.

Dr. Stevens read that one too.

His jaw tightened.