The crying exploded once more.
Her heart sank.
This was not normal.
“It’s the bed,” she whispered to herself.
No one had questioned the crib before.
It was expensive, imported, perfect on the outside.
Doctors had checked the baby.
Nannies had blamed sleep habits.
Everyone had assumed the problem was the child.
But Evelyn trusted her instinct.
Holding the baby with one arm, she bent down and carefully lifted the mattress with the other.
She froze.
Underneath the mattress, spreading across the wooden base was thick black mold.
Dark patches covered the surface.
A strong, damp smell rose into the air.
Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock.
“How did everyone miss this?” she whispered.
The baby whimpered softly.
his tiny face pressed into her shoulder.
Evelyn understood everything now.
The mold released a heavy smell and harmful air.
Each time the baby was placed on the bed, he struggled to breathe.
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