His fear.
Then a voicemail arrived.
Nathan did not want me to listen to it.
I did anyway.
Ryan’s voice filled the room, soft and shaking.
“Emma, baby, please. I’m losing my mind. I came home and saw the blood, and I thought you were dead. Do you know what that did to me? I couldn’t breathe. I know I messed up, okay? But you have to admit you scared me too. You should have called someone else if it was that serious.”
Daniel, standing near the door, closed his eyes.
Ryan continued.
“The cops are acting like I’m some monster. You know me. Tell them I didn’t know. Tell them we had an argument and I thought you were okay. We can fix this. We can still be a family.”
The message ended.
The room stayed silent.
I looked down at Ethan sleeping in my arms.
Then I whispered, “No.”
That afternoon, Detective Bennett returned with news.
Ryan had been released while the investigation continued, but his passport had been flagged. His friends had already given statements. Two of them admitted Ryan had ignored repeated jokes from them asking whether he should “check on the wife.”
One friend had recorded a longer video Ryan never posted.
In it, someone asked, “What if she actually needs you?”
Ryan had laughed.
“Then she’ll finally learn not everything is about her.”
Detective Bennett played only the audio for me.
The room disappeared around the sound of his voice.
That laugh.
That careless, bright laugh.
I had once loved that sound.
I had heard it on our first date when he spilled wine on his shirt and made me laugh until my stomach hurt. I had heard it on our wedding day when his best man forgot the rings. I had heard it when we first saw Ethan on an ultrasound screen.
Now it sounded like a door locking shut.
After Bennett left, Daniel stayed behind.
Nathan had gone to speak with the attorney.
Ethan was in my arms, warm and breathing softly.
Daniel stood by the window again, watching snow gather on the ledge.
“You’ve been quiet,” I said.
He turned around.
“I didn’t want to crowd you.”
“You saved my life. I think you’re allowed to speak.”
A sad smile touched his mouth.
I studied him.
“Why were you really in Denver?”
He looked down.
“Nathan told you. Work.”
“That’s not the whole truth.”
Daniel’s silence answered before his voice did.
At last, he sat down.
“I moved back three months ago.”
I blinked.
“You live here?”
“Yes.”
