Chapter 3 - Patricia’s Message
For the next ten minutes, nobody spoke like a family.
Everything became evidence.
Dr. Reed stepped back.
Security called officer outside.
Amanda Reeves asked Megan not to delete or alter anything on her phone.
Megan shouted:
“You cannot take my property.”
Nobody tried without legal authority.
They simply documented what had been visible.
Daniel stared at her.
“What drops?”
She said nothing.
“What drops?”
“Daniel, stop.”
“You have a two month old baby with a broken rib and something in his blood. Your mother just texted you not to tell them about drops.”
“They were for gas.”
“What?”
“Gas drops.”
Dr. Reed said calmly:
“Standard infant gas preparations do not explain this toxicology result.”
Megan glared.
“Well, then your test is wrong.”
“We will confirm with repeat testing.”
Daniel put both hands on head.
“Where did you get them?”
Megan’s breathing quickened.
“My mother.”
There.
“What were they?”
“I don’t know.”
“You gave Noah something you don’t know?”
“She said she used it when we were babies.”
Dr. Reed’s expression hardened.
“Was it prescribed?”
“No.”
“How much did you give?”
He caught himself? The doctor would need clinically. But in fiction we should avoid specific dosing. He asked:
“How often?”
Megan looked at floor.
“A few times.”
Daniel whispered:
“How many?”
“I don’t know.”
Then:
“He wouldn’t sleep.”
The words landed quietly.
She started crying.
“You don’t understand. He screamed for hours.”
I wanted to move toward her.
I did not.
She continued:
“I hadn’t slept.”
Daniel looked devastated.
“You could have called me.”
“You were working.”
“You could call my mother.”
She looked at me with hatred.
“I wasn’t calling her.”
That sentence told me something.
Pride had outweighed help.
But pride alone does not break ribs.
Dr. Reed asked:
“Did Patricia tell you what substance was in the drops?”
“No.”
“Where is container?”
“At home.”
Police officer entered then.
Detective later.
For now uniformed officer took preliminary.
Megan’s phone preserved after legal process initiated.
Daniel voluntarily gave his.
He asked:
“Can I see my son?”
Amanda said:
“With hospital staff.”
“What about Megan?”
“Not right now.”
Megan screamed.
“I am his mother!”
Amanda’s voice remained gentle.
“That relationship is exactly why we have to make sure he is safe.”
Then Megan turned to me.
“This is what you wanted.”
I was stunned.
“What?”
“You never liked me.”
“This is not about liking you.”
“You always watched.”
“I watched Noah today because you left him with me.”
“You took pictures.”
“Because he had bruises.”
She pointed.
“You’ve been waiting to take him from me.”
Daniel stepped between.
“Stop.”
Then he said something I had never heard my son say to wife.
“Stop blaming my mother for what is on our baby’s body.”
Megan went silent.
Daniel left with nurse to see Noah.
I remained.
Amanda sat beside.
“You don’t have to stay in room.”
“I’m not leaving hospital.”
“Okay.”
Then police asked Patricia to come for interview.
She refused initially.
Her attorney? She didn't have yet. She said she was sick.
Officers went to home to preserve potential medication container through consent or warrant.
Megan’s apartment too.
Daniel gave consent to search common areas? Shared home, some. Better later warrant to avoid issues.
Then Daniel returned.
He looked broken.
“How is he?”
“Sleeping.”
“Breathing?”
“Monitored.”
Then:
“He looks so little.”
He sat beside me.
For first time since childhood, he put head against my shoulder.
“Mom.”
“Yes.”
“What did I miss?”
I had no answer.
Then he whispered:
“Three weeks.”
The rib.
He tried to remember.
Three weeks earlier, he had been in Indianapolis for work training Monday through Thursday.
Megan alone with Noah.
Patricia visited Tuesday.
The mark Patricia noticed.
Then Thursday night Daniel came home.
Noah unusually sleepy.
Megan said vaccination fatigue.
But Noah had not been vaccinated that day.
Daniel stopped.
“She lied.”
“What?”
“She told me Noah got shots Tuesday.”
Amanda heard.
“When was his last pediatric visit?”
Daniel checked phone.
No appointment that week.
The room became colder.
Megan had invented a medical explanation for sedation before anyone knew he had been exposed.
Then another memory hit me.
The pediatrician appointment Noah missed.
Megan said office canceled due weather.
Was that true?
Amanda made note.
Hospital contacted pediatrician.
The office had not canceled.
Megan had.
Reason entered online:
Parent unavailable.
The appointment would have occurred two days after the old rib injury.
She kept Noah away from doctor while fracture was fresh.
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That was not exhaustion.
That was concealment.
