Judging by the way she looked, it was impossible to tell that Avery was fine.

Even the children could feel that something was wrong, and it was something serious.

"Take your sister and have dinner on the table, Hayden. I'll bring dinner upstairs to your mother," said the nanny.

Hayden took Layla's hand and led her to the dining room.

The nanny prepared a tray of food and brought it upstairs.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, Avery's fingers trembled as she pulled the tape recorder