Chapter 1 - The Nurse's Cart
The room froze as the nurse stepped toward the metal cart.
Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the half-empty baby bottle sitting on the top tray.
Margaret lunged forward with a sudden and animalistic speed.
"Give that to me right now," my mother-in-law hissed.
The nurse stepped back quickly, shielding the plastic bottle with her own body.
"Security, we need security in room 314 immediately," the doctor yelled into his pager.
I pulled Noah behind me, my heart pounding so hard it physically hurt my ribs.
Daniel did not look at me, nor did he look at his mother.
Instead, my husband grabbed Noah's arm and tried to yank him away from my side.
"We are leaving this room right now," Daniel commanded with a cold and unfamiliar voice.
I slapped his hand away with a fierce strength I did not know I possessed.
"Don't you dare touch my son," I screamed at him.
Claire rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her expensive designer blouse.
"You are all being entirely ridiculous over a simple vitamin supplement," Claire said.
But the nurse unscrewed the cap and smelled the remaining milk inside the bottle.
Her face turned an ashen shade of white.
"This smells like crushed digitalis medication," the nurse whispered in absolute horror.
It was a highly lethal heart medication when given in the wrong doses.
Margaret had intentionally stopped my newborn baby's heart.
The heavy hospital doors slammed open as three security guards rushed into the room.
"Nobody leaves this room until the police arrive," the doctor ordered.
Margaret glared at me with eyes full of pure and unadulterated hatred.
"You were never good enough for my son, Sarah," Margaret spat at me.
Daniel finally looked at me, but there was absolutely no grief in his eyes.
"You should have just let things happen naturally," Daniel said to me in a hushed tone.
My own husband had known about this horrific plan the entire time.
I backed into the corner, holding Noah so tightly he squeaked in protest.
The police arrived five minutes later, their heavy boots echoing loudly in the sterile hallway.
They placed Margaret in handcuffs while she screamed vicious obscenities at the nursing staff.
An officer approached me gently, asking if I was physically okay to answer some questions.
I nodded, the tears finally breaking through my initial state of shock.
But as the police officer opened his notebook, the doctor returned from the hallway looking completely panicked.
"Officer, we have a massive emergency on our hands," the doctor said with a shaking voice.
I looked up, fully expecting him to say the police needed the baby bottle as formal evidence.
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Instead, the doctor delivered words that shattered my reality itself.
"The baby's body is missing from the morgue transport cart," the doctor announced.
