Daniel stood by the window with his back to us, but his shoulders had gone rigid.
“There’s more,” Bennett said.
I nearly told her to stop.
I almost said I had already heard enough.
But a strange calm had settled over me, cold and clear.
“Show me.”
She placed the final page down.
It was a message Ryan had sent the morning he left, eleven minutes after walking out the door.
Ryan:
If she calls, ignore it. She’s fine. Let her learn what it’s like when I’m not her servant.
Vanessa:
Good. By Monday she’ll be begging.
I stared at the words.
By Monday.
By Monday, I could have been dead.
By Monday, Ethan could have stopped crying.
The room seemed to close in around me.
Nathan looked as if he wanted to punch through the wall.
Detective Bennett quietly gathered the pages.
“Emma, based on what we have, your statement matters. But you should know this investigation is no longer only about neglect. We’re looking into whether your husband intentionally abandoned you while knowing you were in medical distress.”
I nodded slowly.
“Does Ryan know I’m alive?”
