The baby was safe in the crib.

That was the only thing Emily kept telling herself as she gripped the white wooden rail with both shaking hands.

Her mother-in-law had one fist tangled in her hair.

Her body was bent over the crib.

Her tears fell silently onto the soft beige carpet.

The older woman whispered that she was not fit to raise the child.

Emily begged her not to do this near the baby.

Then the open nursery door became the only witness that mattered.

Her husband appeared in the hallway.