On the fifth call, Linda called Hannah.
“Put it on speaker,” I said.
“Vanessa!” Linda snapped. “Open the door right now! We’re outside like fools!”
I adjusted my baby.
“That’s strange,” I said calmly. “Seven days ago, I was locked out of something important too. No one opened the door for me.”
Silence.
Then Ethan spoke.
“Vanessa, enough. Open the house. Let’s talk.”
“Like adults?” I replied. “Like the one you locked inside while she was in labor?”
“It wasn’t—”
“Yes, it was. And there are records. 911 calls. Paramedics. Cameras. Legal filings.”
Silence again.
Then Linda, softer:
“We’re family. Think about the baby.”
I looked at my son.
“No,” I said quietly. “You were a burden. I just didn’t admit it before.”
Ethan’s voice shook.
“Where are you?”
“Somewhere my son is safe.”
“We have nowhere to go.”
I closed my eyes briefly.
“How strange,” I said. “Neither did I when you locked me in.”
Linda snapped again.
“You’re ungrateful!”
I didn’t react.
“Do you want a list of what you’ve done for me?” I asked. “Start with calling me dramatic during labor. Or spending my money on margaritas.”
“That money was Ethan’s too!” Ashley shouted.
“No,” I said. “It was mine. Just like the house. The car. The accounts. The life you treated like an endless resource.”
Ethan lowered his voice.
“I’ll fix this when I see you.”
“You’ll see me if my lawyer allows it. And you’ll meet your son when a judge decides.”
A sharp silence followed.
