Chapter 4 - Meeting The Frail Twin Boys In The Nursery
Marcus stirred first, opening heavy, fever-bright eyes that looked entirely too old for his small face. His twin, Mason, remained fast asleep, breathing with a faint, shallow wheeze that sounded alarming.
Hello, Marcus, I said softly, pulling a chair close to his bedside. The boy blinked sluggishly, his pale lips parting as he tried to form words.
Are you the new nurse? Marcus whispered, his voice cracking from terrible thirst. I'm Sarah, your nanny, I replied, pouring a small cup of bottled water from the bedside table.
Don't drink the tap water, Marcus muttered weakly, turning his head away from the pitcher. Why not, sweetheart? I asked, my heart skipping a beat as I leaned in closer.
It tastes like medicine and makes our tummy hurt worse after we sip it. I set the cup down slowly, my analytical mind locking onto every terrifying implication of his words.
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The water pitchers were refilled fresh every morning by the estate housekeeping staff under Gerald's direct supervision. If the bottled water was tainted, the poisoning wasn't airborne—it was being ingested daily.
Mason stirred beside his brother, whimpering softly as he clutched his small stomach in pain. I pulled the blanket up over their thin shoulders, vowing right then to uncover the truth.
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