PART 2
Michael reached out to take Olivia, and Margaret hesitated for a fraction of a second before handing her over, her lips pressing into a thin line that I had never noticed before.
The moment Olivia touched his arms, her body reacted exactly as it had in the clinic.
Her legs stiffened.
Her tiny hands curled tightly.
Her breathing became rapid and shallow.
Michael did not soothe her.
Instead, he glanced around the room, as if checking whether anyone was watching.
My heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear the audio.
Margaret stepped closer, saying something I could not make out, and tried to take Olivia back.
Michael turned his body slightly away from her.
Olivia’s cries escalated.
Not fussy.
Not tired.
Terrified.
And then, through the tiny speaker of my phone, I heard Michael whisper something.
I replayed it once.
Twice.
My blood ran cold.
C0ntinue below 
At My Baby’s 3-month Checkup, The Doctor Called Me Into A Separate Room. “Ma’am, This Is Urgent. Who Usually Takes Care Of Your Baby?” “I Work, So My Mother-in-law Watches Him During The Day.” The Doctor Lowered His Voice. “Install A Hidden Camera Immediately. Because…” The Next Day, With Trembling Hands, Iwatched The Footage And Collapsed…
