Amelia Johnson wasn’t exactly shocked when she heard about Sabrina’s miscarriage. It was kind of within expectations, but still, something about it didn’t sit right with her. There were too many things that didn’t add up, and she needed to get to the bottom of it.
She picked up her pace toward the hospital room where Sabrina was staying. Just as she got close, she heard crying—Sabrina’s sobbing echoed through the door, with Grace Williams trying to calm her.
“My baby, Mom… I want my baby back…” Sabrina’s voice was broken, heavy with grief.
Grace sighed. “Don’t cry, Sabrina. Hearing you like this just tears me up inside…”
Listening to them, Amelia raised an eyebrow. Something about their conversation felt… off. Like it was being performed for someone. So she paused at the door
