“Finger pressure marks,” he confirmed. “But too small to belong to an adult.”

I struggled to process it. “Too small… like a child’s?”

He nodded slowly.

My stomach dropped.

“A child did this?”

“It appears that way.”

When Michael and Emily arrived, they looked terrified.

Emily rushed to the nursery window. “Oh my God… Oliver…”

Michael turned to me. “What happened?”

I showed them the scan.

“That doesn’t make sense,” he said.

“The babysitter was alone with him,” I replied.

“Are you sure she was alone?” I asked.

Emily hesitated.

Then quietly said, “She brought her daughter once.”

My heart sank. “A child?”

“Yes… maybe four or five. I couldn’t find anyone else that day.”

The pieces started coming together.

“Was the girl near Oliver?”

Emily nodded slowly. “She loves babies. She kept asking to hold him.”

“Did she ever?”

“No. We always said no.”

A terrible thought formed.

“Except maybe when no one was watching.”

The room went silent.

A nurse knocked. “Someone’s asking about the baby.”

“Who?” Michael asked.

“The babysitter… Jessica.”

My stomach turned.

“And… she brought a little girl with her.”

Silence.

Then the door opened.

Jessica stepped in, pale and shaken.