“They were starving.”
Her eyes met mine without hesitation.
“And you kept signing the checks.”
The accusation hung between us like smoke.
I took one more step forward. Close enough to see the pearl earrings. Close enough to hear her breathing.
“Why?”
Her mouth opened slightly. Then closed.
Her eyes shifted toward the nursery door down the hall.
Then back to my face.
She said nothing.
But in that silence, I realized something terrifying.
The danger I had spent two years guarding against was never outside my gates.
It had been living under my roof the entire time.
And whatever reason she had for systematically starving my children while I paid her thousands to feed them—
That answer was still hidden.
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Her fingers tightened around the rim of that silver tray until the knuckles went bloodless.
The light from the hallway sconce caught the tremor in her wrist. It was the first break in her composure I had ever seen.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.
Behind us, the nursery door was closed. From inside came the faint, uneven hum of the air purifier and a soft, restless stirring that could have been one of my daughters turning in her sleep.
“You’re going to tell me,” I said. My voice was lower now, shredded at the edges. “Right now. You’re going to tell me where the money went. Every check I signed.”
Hilda lowered the tray an inch, then set it down on the console table with a care that felt obscene, the porcelain cups not even rattling. The steam from the soup curled up between us and vanished.
“It went where you told it to go,” she said quietly. “Into the household account. And then out again.”
“Out to where?”
She glanced down the hall again, toward the nursery, and her throat worked. For the first time her eyes weren’t cold. They were wet.
“Do you hear them?” she whispered. “Listen.”
I stared at her. The hallway was silent except for that air purifier.
Then I heard it. A faint scrape. Metal against metal. From the back of the house, near the kitchen service entrance that led toward the woods.
Hilda’s breath hitched.
“She’s here,” she said. “She’s early tonight.”
