The Secret Child

Synopsis

The nanny was feeding my daughter dinner, softly humming a tune as she brought the spoon to her mouth and pulled it away again. Her movements were so natural and practiced that it didn't look like she had only been caring for a three-month-old baby. I lay on the couch with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. Then I heard her whisper gently, "Good girl, open wide. You're exactly like your brother when he was little. He loved this egg custard too." My mind went blank. My daughter was my first child. So where did this "brother" come from? I didn't move. My eyelids stayed tightly shut, but my heartbeat was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. The nanny didn't realize I was awake. She continued talking softly. And the next sentence she said made every drop of blood in my body run cold.