Chapter 2
My throat went completely dry.
“What protocol are you referring to?” I asked.
She leaned in closer to speak.
“If these tests confirm what we suspect, you will need to file a formal report right away.”
“Do you mean contacting the police department?” I asked.
“You will need to report this directly to the District Attorney’s Office,” Dr. Collins clarified.
I looked through the glass window of the room at Chloe, who was holding her stuffed rabbit tightly.
She looked so tiny and utterly terrified.
At that exact moment, my phone vibrated in my hand.
It was a text message from Lucas.
“Where are you? I am already home. Bring Chloe back home right now.”
What made my hands tremble was not the text message itself.
It was my daughter’s violent reaction when she saw her father’s name on the screen.
Chloe shrank back behind my legs and began repeating the same words over and over.
“I don’t want to go home, Mommy. I don’t want to go anywhere with Daddy.”
And at that point, I had no idea that the absolute worst was yet to be revealed.
The comprehensive medical tests took a little over an hour to complete. Chloe was completely exhausted and fell asleep on my chest while I waited nervously in a hard plastic chair. Dr. Collins eventually returned to the room accompanied by a medical specialist.
“Sarah, we have uncovered clear physical injuries that warrant a criminal investigation,” Dr. Collins said gravely. “Forensic evidence has been collected and will be sent to the state laboratory.”
I struggled to catch my breath as the words hit me.
It was not an ordinary infection.
It was not an accidental fall.
Someone had deliberately harmed my child.
I immediately dialed 911 and was quickly transferred to the County Prosecutor’s Office. Two detectives arrived at the hospital alongside a child forensic specialist.
When they asked me to name everyone who had been alone with Chloe recently, my voice cracked as I listed every single person.
My father-in-law, my brother-in-law, a temporary babysitter who helped us occasionally, and Lucas.
When I uttered my husband’s name, Chloe woke up slightly and clutched my shirt with such force that her knuckles turned stark white.
Detective Miller noticed her reaction right away.
“Where is your husband right now, Mrs. Sarah?” Detective Miller asked.
“He is currently at our apartment,” I replied softly.
“Does he know that you are at the hospital with your daughter?” he continued.
“He only knows that Chloe was feeling unwell tonight,” I answered.
The detectives strongly advised me not to return to the apartment under any circumstances.
I agreed immediately without any hesitation.
In the past, I would have rushed home to confront Lucas face-to-face.
Now, I understood that protecting my daughter took priority over everything else.
We spent the rest of the night at the house of my closest friend, Samantha, an attorney who lived in Plymouth.
Chloe finally managed to sleep, but I stayed awake staring blankly at the ceiling until dawn.
At eight o’clock in the morning, Lucas began calling my phone incessantly.
He called eleven times in a row before sending text messages.
“What is going on with Chloe?” his first message read.
“Why are you refusing to answer my calls?” he wrote a minute later.
“Tell me which hospital you took her to right now,” the next message demanded.
I chose to ignore every single one of his attempts to reach me.
Then, a completely different message appeared on my screen.
“Sarah, do not do anything foolish. There are things here that you could easily be misinterpreting.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine as I read those words.
I had never mentioned a single word about what the doctors suspected to him.
How could he possibly speak about misinterpreting anything unless he already knew?
I showed the text message to Samantha immediately.
“Do not reply to him at all,” Samantha advised sternly. “Forward this screenshot directly to the lead detective.”
I sent the message to Detective Miller right away.
A few hours later, I received a phone call from the Prosecutor’s Office informing me that a judge had granted a search warrant for our apartment.
However, there was still one crucial piece of information that suddenly came back to my memory.
A month prior, Lucas had purchased a cloud-shaped smart lamp for Chloe’s bedroom.
“It monitors room temperature, humidity levels, and sleep patterns,” Lucas had boasted when he unboxed it. “I can monitor everything directly from my smartphone.”
At the time, I thought it was completely unnecessary, but Chloe loved it because it displayed changing colored lights.
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I immediately phoned Detective Miller to report the device.
“Does that nightlight contain an internal camera?” Detective Miller asked after a brief pause.
