I stared at the screen as my child... my baby... struggled for breath.
And then, slowly, he stopped moving.
I felt like I was suffocating too.
How could she describe murdering a child so casually, as if it were nothing?
Fury erupted within me.
I raised my hand high, ready to strike her—but before I could, Xandra suddenly pulled out a knife and slashed it across her own chest.
Bright red blood soaked through her blouse.
She shrieked in agony, the knife clattering to the ground.
In the next second, a force slammed into me, knocking me to the ground.
Samuel cradled Xandra protectively in his arms.
His furious voice rang out, searing through the air, "Lydia, are you insane?!"
I opened my mouth to explain, but before I could speak, Xandra burst into pitiful sobs. "Sam, I was just afraid that Apollo would go hungry, so I came to explain things to Lydia. But she said I was trying to steal her child... She threatened to cut off my chest so I could never breastfeed again."
She trembled, burying herself deeper in his embrace. "I was only thinking about the baby! How could she do this to me?!"