Nanny Nia didn't move. She stayed kneeling by the bed, her hand still loosely clutching Jasmine's, though it felt like she was holding a ghost.
The silence stretched between them like a thick fog.
Jasmine didn't blink. Didn't flinch. Her chest rose and fell so faintly, Nanny Nia feared she might drift away again, this time for good.
But she didn't.
She sat there—empty, motionless. As though her soul had gone somewhere far, far away.
"I should have protected you," Nanny Nia whispered, more to herself than anyone else. "I should have done more. I should have known."
Still no response.
Nanny Nia was appalled.
Worried that Jamsine had lost her entire being.
Nanny Nia gently got up from her knees and walked up to the chair she had been sitting on.
She picked up the wrapped up towel and gently walked over to Jasmine.
Perhaps if she brought the dead child, then Jasmine would feel something at least.
