Betty’s POV

Even after Mum left the room, my mind refused to settle. The revelations kept spinning through my head like a storm I could not escape. My own grandparents had tried to kill me, their granddaughter, for money. The thought made my stomach twist uncomfortably. I needed air, or at least a different view, so I slipped out of bed despite the nurse’s earlier warnings and made my way to the NICU.

I did not go inside. Instead, I stood at the large glass window, pressing my palms ...