Just then, one of the paramedics approached. “He’s stable,” she said, her expression gentle but serious. “It seems he had an allergic reaction—likely to something he ate. We’re taking him to the hospital to be sure.”

Relief washed over me, but it was swiftly replaced by confusion and anger. “Allergic reaction? To what?” Caleb was allergic to peanuts, but I had warned Amber numerous times about it.

Amber looked even more shaken. “I swear, I didn’t give him anything with peanuts. I… I just don’t understand.”

I looked at her, trying to gauge whether this was genuine ignorance or something else more sinister. Before I could say anything more, the police arrived, having been notified by the paramedics. They began taking statements, and I followed Caleb to the hospital, my heart still pounding in my chest.