The baby of the poor cleaner would not stop crying, no matter what her mother tried. “Please, Ivy… not today,” Lena Brooks whispered, her voice breaking as the sharp cries echoed through the marble halls of the mansion. The baby had been crying for more than twenty minutes, her tiny chest heaving, the sound cutting through every corner of the estate in São Paulo. Lena had only been working there for three days. She paced the long hallway with her daughter in her arms, her dark hands trembling. She had begged the supervisor to let her bring the baby after the woman who usually watched her fell suddenly ill. Now every desperate cry felt like one step closer to losing the only job she had. Her face burned with shame and exhaustion as she tried everything—offering a bottle, shaking an old stuffed toy, humming the lullaby her grandmother once sang. Nothing worked. Ivy arched her back, waved her fists, and screamed louder. Other staff members exchanged annoyed looks, whispering as if Lena herself were the problem. The tension grew heavier by the second, and Lena knew that if she couldn’t calm her baby, she could lose everything.