Chapter 91: The Nurse

I sat on the porch, gently rocking back and forth in the old, creaky wooden chair. The soft breeze brushed against my face, and the distant chirping of birds provided a peaceful harmony. But my mind was far from serene. I was alone with the twins, my husband having gone to visit our eldest son. He was entangled in the whims of a child, a son who wanted nothing more than new toys. Meanwhile, Mother Tanna resided within the protective walls of our home.

My thoughts couldn't help but drift to the peculiar occurrences that had taken place in the past few days. The nurse, who had been coming in and out of our room frequently, had left me on edge. I noticed an unease settle within me every time she passed through the threshold, an unsettling feeling that something was amiss.

What troubled me most was the nurse's refusal to reveal her face. She would always keep her face hidden, as if shielding herself from my gaze. Her every interaction seemed shrouded in secrecy, and her avoidance of eye c