Chapter 2 - THE CLOCK ABOVE THE PANTRY
My father had loved hiding things in plain sight.
Years earlier, after a dispute with some contractors, he had installed small security cameras around the property.
Most were obvious.
One wasn’t.
It sat inside the old wall clock above the pantry.
I remembered laughing when Dad showed me.
“Why hide one there?”
He smiled.
“People behave differently when they think no one important is watching.”
At the time, I rolled my eyes.
Now I understood.
The memory came and went in seconds.
Ryan paced.
Patricia talked too quickly.
“We need to think,” she said. “Nobody needs to make this worse.”
I didn’t answer.
The only thing I cared about was my baby.
“My phone,” I whispered.
Ryan stopped.
“What?”
“Call an ambulance.”
“We can drive you.”
“No.”
“Claire—”
“Call.”
Something in my voice frightened him.
He finally reached for his phone.
Patricia folded her arms.
“You’re being dramatic.”
I looked at her.
For months, I had tried to understand her.
I had tried to imagine how frightened she was about Ryan’s failing business.
I had tried to excuse every cruel remark as stress.
Not anymore.
“Please leave the room.”
She stared at me.
“This is my son’s home too.”
“No,” I said quietly.
“It isn’t.”
The ambulance arrived less than ten minutes later.
The paramedics asked what happened.
Ryan opened his mouth.
I spoke first.
“I was pushed.”
The room changed.
One paramedic glanced at the other.
“Ma’am, who pushed you?”
“My husband.”
Ryan went pale.
“It was an accident.”
“Sir,” the paramedic said, “please give us some space.”
That sentence almost made me cry.
It was the first boundary anyone had enforced inside my house for months.
At the hospital, doctors monitored my burns.
Then they placed sensors across my belly.
Seconds later, my daughter’s heartbeat filled the room.
Strong.
Steady.
Alive.
“She’s okay?” I whispered.
Dr. Shah smiled.
“She looks very determined to stay exactly where she is for a little while longer.”
I laughed.
Then cried.
Then apologized.
The nurse shook her head.
“You don’t need to apologize here.”
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And suddenly I realized something terrifying.
I had spent almost three years apologizing for things that were never wrong.
