Chapter 4
The hospital lights were too bright.
Everything smelled like sanitizer and fear.
Leo slept against Richard’s chest while we waited for the X-ray results, his cheeks still damp from crying.
I sat beside them with my hands clasped so tightly my fingers hurt.
Richard kept looking at me.
Each time, he looked away first.
Finally, he whispered, “Anna.”
I did not answer.
“I’m sorry.”
The words hung between us.
Small words.
Not enough.
“I asked if you were sure,” he said.
“Yes.”
My voice was flat.
He flinched.
“I hate myself for that.”
“I needed you to believe me.”
“I know.”
“No, Richard. You don’t.”
I turned to him.
“For three years, Vanessa has treated me like I stole something from her. Every time she insulted me, you told me she was difficult. Every time she crossed a line, you told me she was lonely. Every time I said something felt wrong, you asked me to be patient.”
His eyes filled.
“And tonight, when our son was crying in my arms, she lied, and you looked at me like maybe I was the problem.”
He closed his eyes.
“I failed you.”
I wanted to stay angry.
I needed to stay angry.
But then Leo shifted in his sleep and whimpered, “Mama.”
I reached for him.
Richard handed him over immediately.
That mattered.
Not enough to fix everything.
But it mattered.
The doctor came in with the scans.
“No fracture,” he said.
I breathed for the first time in hours.
“But there is bruising on the shoulder and back. He needs rest, monitoring, and no contact with the person who caused the fall.”
Richard nodded.
“No contact.”
The doctor’s eyes moved between us.
“I am required to file a child safety report.”
“Do it,” I said.
Richard looked at me, then nodded again.
“Please.”
On the drive home, Leo slept in his car seat.
Rain slid down the windows.
Richard gripped the steering wheel.
“I’m changing the locks tonight.”
“Good.”
“And Vanessa’s access cards. Bank cards connected to my account. Everything.”
I looked at him.
“She has bank cards?”
His silence answered me.
My chest tightened.
“How much, Richard?”
“She said she was struggling.”
“How much?”
He swallowed.
“Almost eighty thousand over two years.”
I stared at him.
Not because of the money.
Because I finally saw the shape of it.
Vanessa had not been visiting.
She had been feeding off him.
Off us.
And when Leo became the center of his love, she punished him.
When we reached the house, Richard carried Leo inside.
The hallway looked normal.
The stairs were clean.
The camera light blinked calmly in the corner.
But I could not see a home anymore.
I saw the place where my child had fallen.
“I can’t sleep here,” I said.
Richard looked at me.
“Okay.”
No argument.
No wounded pride.
Just okay.
He picked up his phone.
“I’ll book a hotel.”
I shook my head.
“My mother’s house.”
His face changed.
He knew what that meant.
My mother had warned me about Vanessa from the beginning.
Richard had called her dramatic.
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Tonight, he did not protest.
He only said, “I’ll drive you.”
