I stared at my younger sister, taking in her fresh French manicure and her polished leather heels.

She hadn’t asked once how Rosalie was breathing since she walked into the building.

“You need to call the detective right now and drop the charges,” Melissa said.

“You’re completely destroying our family over a tiny misunderstanding.”

I searched her face for any sign of real concern for the baby lying in the box upstairs, but there was only anger and embarrassment.

“I’m not doing this to punish her, Melissa.