Her smile sharpened. “Not for long. Besides, your dead baby’s heart beats in my child’s chest. How does that taste?”
Her words burned down my throat like acid.
“It’s fine,” I said coolly, extending the child back to her. “Enjoy your little nursery.”
But Sally didn’t take him.
Instead, she turned wild. She snatched at the rocking chair, lifting it like a mad woman, and hurled it at the window.
The glass shattered in an explosion of shards, the warm air rushing in.
I shielded the baby, heart pounding. "Sally, what the hell are you doing?!"
She dropped to her knees, sobbing, her voice loud enough to wake the dead.
"Eliana, please! Don't hurt my baby! I'll do anything— just don't throw him!"
Darren and Janine stormed in, horror stamped across their faces. In a second, Darren ripped the baby from my arms, clutching him tight. His eyes blazed.
"How could you, Eliana?!"
The edge of a broken glass bit into my forehead as he shoved me back. Warm blood slid into my eye.
Sally clutched her child, rocking and sobbing. "She tried to throw him, Darren! She's lost her mind!"
Janine's hand flew to her mouth. "You devil! Trying to kill an innocent baby just because yours didn't survive?"