The pregnancy hadn’t been a good one. Juliet had been bedridden for most of it. The birth was a struggle too. Afterwards she barely found strength to hold Sacha. The beautiful baby girl was named after Jake’s grandmother.
“Do you want me to go? I can leave you to get some sleep if you like.” Jake asked.
He worried as he looked at her exhausted pale face, and the dark rings under her eyes.
“No, stay. Dad will be here soon, stay until he leaves. Talk to him for me. I’m just so tired, but I want him here, I want him to see Sacha.” her voice trembled, “Wish mum was still here.”
Jake reached out and put his hand over Juliet’s. “She’s here, she’s watching you.”
“But I don’t feel her. How do I know?” She shivered. “It’s so cold in here.”
Jake took another blanket from the closet and tucked her in. There that should keep you warm. “I’ll be back in a second,”
He found a nurse “Whats wrong with her? Why is she so weak? It’s 24 hours since she had the baby, shouldn’t she start to feel better? I’m worried, I don’t want to lose her.”
“We’ll watch her, she’ll get better everything looks fine, but she’s exhausted. The trauma of losing her mother isn’t helping. Did the police ever figure out what happened? Was it suicide?”
Jake hung his head. “Can’t see she’d kill herself, but why would she get so close to the lake in her wheelchair? Tragic accident is what they’re saying.”
The shadows in Juliet’s room gathered unseen around the crib. Sacha slept, swaddled in blankets as a dozen eyes looked down at her. She’s perfect they whispered she’ll be ours soon. The keeper of the lake.
Juliet didn’t hear them, she was slipping away into a drug induced haven, blocking out a terror she didn’t yet know, just like her mother before her. The family legacy continued and Sacha was next in line.