In my previous life, Rachael had come to visit. While we were out for a walk, she insisted on telling my upstairs neighbors that something seemed wrong with their several-month-old baby and suggested they should have the baby checked, ignoring my warnings.
The neighbors were upset and argued with her.
Later, when the child was diagnosed with Down syndrome, Rachael had already run back home and cut off contact.
The neighbors relentlessly harassed me and my family, insisting that we had cursed her baby.
They eventually poisoned us, resulting in the deaths of my entire family.
The incident became a sensation online. Rachael seized the opportunity to play the victim, live-streaming her sorrow and making a fortune off our misfortune.
Looking at the woman who was supposed to be my close friend, I suppressed my anger.
"Eve, what's wrong? Why are you daydreaming?" Rachael asked, shaking me again as I didn't respond.
...
"Nothing. What did you just say?"
"I said, do you see that child in the woman's arms? Something seems off. Should we tell them to get a check-up?"
Such topics are usually avoided by families with children.