My son and his wife asked me to watch their two-month-old baby while they went shopping. But no matter how I held him or tried to calm him, he kept crying uncontrollably. I immediately sensed something was wrong. When I lifted his clothes to check his diaper… I froze. There was something there… something unimaginable. My hands started shaking. I grabbed him and rushed straight to the hospital.

He frowned hard, looked at the marks, looked at the report, then back at me.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“The nanny was alone with him.”

“Are you sure she was alone?” I asked.

Megan was still staring through the glass, but at the question she turned sharply.

She hesitated.

That hesitation made my pulse jump.

Then she said quietly, “She brought her daughter once.”

I looked at her.

“Her daughter?”

“Yes.” Megan swallowed. “Last week. She said she couldn’t find childcare. It was only for one afternoon.”

“How old?”

“Four? Maybe five.”

I felt the pieces begin to shift in my mind, rearranging the whole room around them.

“Was the girl around Noah?”

Megan nodded slowly.

“She loved babies. She kept asking to hold him.”

“Did she ever?”