"Shhh, baby, it's okay," Ivy murmured, pacing back and forth in the room with the crying Lucas in her arms. "Mommy's here."

The nanny, Maria, sat on the couch, watching them with concern, occasionally standing up and sitting back down on the couch in frustration.

Lucas's cries only intensified, his small body writhing in discomfort. He was unusually fussy, refusing his bottle and arching his back in distress. Ivy had tried everything – changing his diaper, offering him a pacifier, singing lullabies – but nothing seemed to make him calm down.

Maria got up and approached Ivy. "Let me try, Mrs. Anderson,"

But Ivy shook her head. "No, I've got...