The screen showed Keisha sitting on the floor between the cribs. Paige was pressed against her chest, breathing slowly. Jonah slept undisturbed. Keisha hummed a tune I recognized so deeply that my throat tightened. It was Brianna lullaby, a song she sang only in our bedroom before the twins were born.
I whispered to myself, “How does she know that song.”
Then the door opened.
Delphine entered holding a baby bottle and a small vial. She walked straight to Jonah crib. Keisha stood up immediately, still holding Paige.
“Stop,” Keisha said. Her voice was calm but firm. “I switched the bottles. The one you are holding only has water. Where is the sedative you have been giving Paige.”
Delphine froze, then laughed.
“You think you are clever,” Delphine said. “You are a servant. Trevor believes the doctor. He believes Paige is sick. Soon a judge will believe she needs a stable guardian. And I will take care of everything.”
Keisha stepped forward.
“I will not let you harm them,” she said.
Delphine eyes turned cold.
“You have no idea who you are standing against.”
Keisha pulled a small worn pendant from her pocket.