Part 2:

Their love was torn, their child was ill,
And a neighbor knew, a grim ordeal.

She heard their voices, through the walls,
Their words, of pain, and whispered calls.

She knew the truth, of Emy's disease,
But fear kept her, from speaking, with ease.

What if she told, but caused them pain?
Could she live, with such regret and stain?

The neighbor watched, and held her tongue,
The story grew, the tension strung.

A life was at stake, and time was short,
A mansion built on a reckless fault.

As time went on, the child grew weak,
If Janet knew, her heart would break.

"Oh I'm AS" Stan whispered, in tears,
"I can't tell her, my deepest fears."

Janet was silent, her face were pale,
She had thought she won the game she played...

Could Emy paternity be untrue,
Stan accused her of turning love in rue.

The neighbor heard, and felt a weight,
As she watched them, in their bitter state.

She knocked on their door, with a heavy heart,
"Please let me in," she cried with start.

They opened up, with fear and doubt,
"What is it?" they asked, with a shout.

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