Chapter 7
There were massive, dark, dried pools of blood soaking deep into the expensive runner rug. Bloody, frantic handprints streaked across the pristine white baseboards where I had desperately tried to drag myself toward the phone. Smashed glass from the water cup was scattered across the kitchen threshold. Medical wrappings, plastic IV caps, and bloody gauze torn open by the paramedics littered the living room floor.
“Oh my god,” Patricia whispered. Her face drained of all color, turning a sickly gray. She pressed a trembling hand over her mouth, visibly gagging at the heavy, metallic smell of dried blood that still hung thickly in the air.
“Madison?” Ethan called out, his voice cracking, pure panic finally bleeding into his tone. “Maddie?!”
He took a frantic step toward the kitchen, his polished shoes crunching loudly on the broken glass.
“Stop right there, Ethan.”
A towering figure stepped out from the shadows of the living room, blocking his path. It was Aaron. He was in his full police uniform, his duty belt heavy around his waist, his badge gleaming on his chest. His face was carved from stone.
Ethan staggered backward, nearly knocking into his mother. “Aaron? What happened? Where is my wife? Was there a home invasion?! Who did this?!”
Aaron looked at him with a disgust so profound it seemed to lower the temperature in the room.
“There was no invasion, Ethan,” Aaron said smoothly, his voice echoing coldly in the ruined hallway. “There was just a coward who locked his pregnant wife inside a house while she was hemorrhaging to death.”
Ethan’s knees physically buckled. He grabbed the edge of the console table to keep from collapsing, his knuckles turning white. “Hemorrhaging? The baby… Maddie…”
“Madison flatlined on the operating table last night,” Aaron stated brutally, pulling a thick stack of legal documents from his vest pocket. “Your daughter was born via emergency crash C-section, blue and suffocating. They are both in the intensive care unit right now. Where you should have been.”
Patricia tried to recover her aristocratic posture, though her entire body was shaking. “Now see here, Officer. We didn’t know. Madison has a long history of exaggerating her symptoms to get attention—”
“Shut your mouth, Patricia,” Aaron snapped, his voice cracking like a whip, silencing her instantly. “Anything you say right now is being recorded by my body camera. And frankly, after watching the delightful little video you two posted last night while Madison was being shocked back to life, I wouldn’t test my patience. You are an accessory to this neglect.”
Ethan began to hyperventilate. The reality of the blood on his floor, the shattered door, and his own callous actions finally collided in his brain. It wasn’t a dramatic accusation. It wasn’t a “stunt.” It was a near-fatal tragedy, and his fingerprints were entirely over it.
“I need to go to the hospital,” Ethan choked out, tears finally spilling down his cheeks, ruining his perfectly groomed appearance. “I need to see my wife. I need to see my baby.”
Aaron stepped forward and slammed the stack of legal papers hard against Ethan’s chest, forcing him to take them.
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“You aren’t going anywhere near them,” Aaron growled. “This is an emergency protective order, signed by Judge Harrison. You are legally barred from coming within five hundred feet of Madison or Lily Grace. The hospital security has your photo. If you try to enter that building, I will personally arrest you, put you in handcuffs, and drag you out.”
“She’s my wife!” Ethan screamed, a pathetic, desperate sound that bounced off the bloody walls. “She’s my child!”
