But that evening, as I picked up the capsule Daisy had revealed, my hands trembled.
It wasn’t a piece of food. It was medicine. Prescription medicine. Something that had no business being in my son’s dinner.
“Mom?” Liam asked, his voice small. “What is that?”
“Nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart,” I said quickly, hiding the capsule in my hand. But inside, my heart was pounding.
I remembered Clara setting the plate in front of Liam just minutes earlier, smiling as she told him to eat up.
