“I won’t allow Chloe to swallow another drop, but Brenda believes the child will be discharged tomorrow,” Rosalyn insisted. “If she plans to give her those drops again, she may attempt it today before Chloe leaves.”
The plan was organized carefully and discreetly.
The original bottle remained secured inside the police evidence facility, while a harmless replacement bottle was placed inside the bedside drawer.
An authorized camera was arranged to document the room, two plainclothes officers waited nearby, and Chloe was never to be left without supervision.
At four fifteen that afternoon, Brenda entered the room carrying a brightly colored gift bag with a plush toy poking from the top.
She was thirty-two years old, her blonde hair carefully styled, wearing a navy trench coat and a pleasant expression.
“My sweet little princess!” Brenda exclaimed while leaning down to kiss Chloe’s forehead. “Look at the surprise I brought you today.”
