“Yes.”
“And you didn’t take him to the hospital?”
“We didn’t think it was—” she stammered. “We thought maybe it was just… a mark. Or a birthmark. Or something from the diaper.”
Her words were coming too quickly, colliding with each other.
Then she said something else.
Something that made the hair on the back of my neck rise.
“It wasn’t that dark yesterday.”
The room around me went very cold.
If the bruise had worsened today…
If it had deepened…
If something had happened after she first noticed it…
I gripped the edge of the waiting room chair.
“Who else was alone with Noah today before I got there?”
Nothing.
Just breath.
“Megan?”
When she finally answered, her voice was barely audible.
“…the nanny.”
The word seemed to reverberate.
My heart skipped.
“You hired a nanny?”
