“I’m telling you there’s nothing wrong with her.

Why can’t you trust your own husband?”

I stopped arguing, but his reaction made me even more suspicious.

I couldn’t understand why he seemed angrier about my questions than worried about our daughter’s health.

The fourth incident destroyed whatever confidence I had left in their explanations.

Spencer appeared at our front door carrying Harper, whose pale face and limp body immediately frightened me.

“What happened to her this time, Spencer?”