The doctor’s tone shifted from gentle to commanding. “Call security. And notify administration. Now.”
Margaret let out a strangled laugh, stepping backward. “This is ridiculous. You’re going to believe a child over me?”
But no one was listening to her anymore.
Two nurses entered the room within seconds, followed by a security officer. Claire tried to grab Margaret’s arm, whispering frantically, “Mom, just stop talking.”
But it was too late.
Noah stood frozen beside me, his small hand gripping the edge of the bed. I reached for him instinctively, pulling him close, my body shaking.
“Did you see her put it in?” the doctor asked gently.
Noah nodded. “She told me it would help the baby sleep. She said not to tell because Mom would worry.”
A cold, suffocating realization spread through me.
This wasn’t an accident.
