The twins were slowly fading away, but their father didn’t understand why. Before leaving, he installed cameras to make sure nothing was threatening the children. But when he saw the footage, he took the first flight back immediately…

At first, just dreams. She came, so beautiful, like before. She said she missed the children.

And then… Tiffany trembled with sobs. Then she started coming every night, begging me to save them from a lonely life without a mother. She said they’d be better off with her.

Where did you get the medications? The investigator asked. From the lab. I told them it was for scientific work.

I added a little bit at a time. They just needed to fall asleep. Rebecca, standing by the door, felt a lump rise in her throat.

The madness born of grief nearly led to tragedy. I loved them. Tiffany suddenly screamed.

Loved them more than life. Fiona asked me to take care of them, and I took care of them. They wouldn’t have suffered here without a mother.

Marcus, who had entered the room, shook his head. She’s in acute psychosis from nervous exhaustion and unbearable grief. She needs urgent hospitalization in a psychiatric clinic.

No, no! I have to finish. Fiona is waiting. Tiffany tried to jump up, but the nurse managed to give her an injection of sedatives.

I kept wondering why she wouldn’t let me into the kitchen. Alice sobbed in the hallway. Why she forbade me from touching their dishes.

My God, we didn’t notice earlier. An hour later, Tiffany was taken to the clinic. Just before the doors of the ambulance closed, she suddenly looked at Rebecca with an amazingly clear gaze.

You know, Fiona never would have wanted to hurt them. It’s me. I came up with everything myself.

I must have just gone crazy with longing for her. Rebecca went up to the children’s room. Thomas and Carl were asleep, holding hands.

For the first time in a long while. I need to call Leon, she thought. Now that the danger had passed, he needed to know everything.

The sound of an approaching car woke Rebecca in the middle of the night. Looking out the window, she saw Leon hurriedly getting out of a taxi, haggard, unshaven, with disheveled hair. After receiving her call, he had taken the first flight.

They’re sleeping, they’re fine, Rebecca reassuringly touched his shoulder. Let’s go to the kitchen, I’ll tell you everything. They sat at the kitchen table, and Leon listened in silence to the horrifying story of how his late wife’s sister had been slowly poisoning his children.

His hands, holding a cup of cold tea, were visibly trembling. Dad. A sleepy voice made them turn around.

Both boys stood in the doorway, surprisingly alike in their matching pajamas. My dear ones. Leon rushed to the children, hugging them, kissing them, and feeling them with trembling hands.

Aunt Rebecca cured us. Carl smiled. She didn’t give us bad food.

Bad food. Leon looked at Rebecca questioningly. Let’s go, boys, you need to sleep, she said softly.

Dad won’t go anywhere. You’ll talk in the morning. After putting the children to bed, they returned to the kitchen.

Rebecca pulled out a folder with documents, test results, observation logs, photos of the found drugs. I don’t understand. Leon ran a hand over his face.

How could Tiffany have done this? She loved them. It was a sick love, Rebecca replied quietly. After Fiona’s death, she couldn’t handle her grief.

She thought she was helping the children reunite with their mother. And I. I brought them here myself. Trusted her, his voice cracked.

You’re not to blame. No one could have predicted that grief would distort her mind like this. She’ll get help at the clinic now.

You know, Leon looked up at her with red eyes. When you called, I thought I was going to go crazy. All those hours on the plane, I imagined the worst.

And then I arrived, and I see them on their feet, smiling. Everything will be fine now, Rebecca said quietly. Rebecca squeezed his hand.

They would recover quickly. The children were very strong. It was beginning to get light outside…