Then she whispered something softly.

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Your muscles are tight again, aren’t they? Let’s help you relax.”

Alexander’s chest tightened.

She continued gently stretching the baby’s arms and legs, pausing whenever Noah whimpered. Gradually, the crying slowed.

Within minutes, Noah’s small body relaxed.

He stopped crying completely.

Alexander stared at the screen.

No doctor had ever shown him anything like this.

The next evening he checked the cameras again.

The same thing happened.

When Noah cried, Olivia repeated the movements—careful stretching, gentle pressure, quiet whispers of reassurance.

Each time, Noah calmed down.

Something about it didn’t feel wrong.

But it also didn’t feel like normal babysitting.

The following morning, Alexander confronted her.

He found Olivia in the kitchen warming a bottle.

“What were you doing with Noah last night?” he asked.

She froze slightly.

“You were watching the cameras.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

She sighed quietly and set the bottle down.

“I was hoping you’d notice eventually.”

Alexander frowned.

“Notice what?”

Olivia hesitated before answering.