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…

Who is currently monitoring the medication intake? I am, Tiffany replied quickly. I write everything down, here’s the journal. She handed over a thick notebook.

Rebecca carefully reviewed the entries. Good. Let’s discuss the schedule.

I’d like to make some adjustments to the medication and procedure regimen. And I’ll need to keep a separate observation log. Why? Tiffany asked sharply.

It’s standard practice, Rebecca answered calmly. To track the dynamics of the condition and the effectiveness of the treatment. Leon noticed Tiffany tense up but attributed it to natural worry for the nephews.

Of course, do whatever you think is necessary, he said. The most important thing is to help the boys. I’ll prepare a detailed plan and we’ll discuss it tomorrow, Rebecca neatly organized the documents.

Her presence felt grounded and for the first time in a long while, Leon felt a flicker of hope. Maybe everything would truly get better now. The next morning, a surveillance specialist arrived at the house.

Install the cameras so that the entire children’s room is visible. Set them to record for hours. And make sure the sound is also captured.

Don’t worry, every corner will be visible. The technician assured, securing a small camera above the bookshelf. The footage will come directly to your phone, the specialist added, attaching the final camera.

At that moment, Rebecca entered the children’s room, carrying a tray with medicines. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed the cameras being installed but didn’t comment on them. Tiffany quickly followed behind her.

I’ll give them the medicine myself, she said hurriedly, trying to take the tray. We’ll do it together, Rebecca calmly suggested. I need to see how the boys react to the medications.

No, no, they’re used to it when I… They only take it from me. Tiffany’s voice took on an hysterical tone. Rebecca noted this strange reaction.

After lunch, left alone with the medical histories, she carefully studied the records. Something wasn’t adding up. The volumes of medications appeared and disappeared without any visible pattern, and the test results showed contradictory findings.

Alice, she called the housekeeper, who was dusting in the office. Can I talk to you for a minute? The elderly woman sat down beside her, adjusting her apron. Please tell me how an ordinary day goes in the house.

I’m especially interested in the children’s meal schedule. Oh, dear, everything’s done by the clock here. Breakfast is at eight, I cook, but Tiffany always feeds them.

She doesn’t trust anyone, even washes their dishes herself. Lunch is at one in the afternoon, snack at four. Alice lowered her voice.

And you know what’s strange? Tiffany always insists the boys have their own separate dishes and keeps them in her room. And where do the children usually stay the rest of the time? Before, when they could still walk, they spent most of their time in the playroom, but now they only lie in the children’s room. Tiffany says they have difficulty moving.

But sometimes… She lowered her voice again, clearly hesitant to speak. When Tiffany goes to the pharmacy, I visit them. And they seem a bit livelier, even asking to be carried to the garden.

But I’m afraid. What if I drop them? Rebecca thoughtfully tapped her fingers on the table. The decline in their condition.

Did it start right after Tiffany moved in? Yes, almost immediately. At first, they seemed fine, but then the boys started becoming quieter, they began to pale. At that moment, something crashed on the second floor.

Thank you, Alice. You’ve been very helpful, Rebecca said quickly and rushed upstairs. In the hallway, Tiffany was hurriedly sweeping up shards from some jar.

I dropped it by accident. She muttered, avoiding Rebecca’s gaze. Let me help, Rebecca offered.

But Tiffany almost screamed. No! Don’t touch it, I’ll do it myself. That evening, while putting the boys to bed, Rebecca noticed how Carl subtly signaled her.

She leaned down to adjust the blanket. Aunt Rebecca. After dinner, Thomas and I always feel so strange.

He whispered. It’s like everything is spinning. Rebecca gently stroked his head, but inside, she felt a tightening of unease…