“I was the nursing assistant on duty the night Brianna died,” Keisha said. “She was afraid. She told me if something happened I must watch over her children. I promised her. I came here for that promise.”
Delphine raised her hand.
I did not wait.
I burst into the nursery and grabbed Delphine wrist.
“Put your hand down,” I said quietly.
Delphine stared at me, shocked. “Trevor. You do not understand.”
“I understand enough,” I replied. “Every word is recorded.”
Security arrived moments later. Police followed. Delphine was taken away still protesting, still insisting she was the victim.
After the house grew quiet again, I sat on the nursery floor beside Keisha. Paige slept peacefully against her shoulder. Jonah shifted in his crib.
I finally spoke.
“You saved them,” I said.
Keisha looked down. “I only did what was right.”
“How did you know the lullaby,” I asked.
Keisha smiled softly.
“Brianna sang it to them when they were born. She said the song would remind them of her love. I did not want that love to vanish.”
Silence settled between us, warm and heavy.