Nobody answered because nobody in the hospital room knew.<\/p>\n
The recording had stopped, but Margaret\u2019s final sentence seemed to remain in the air. If she finds out what happened to the first one, we\u2019re both finished. I repeated the words silently until they stopped sounding like language and became something colder.<\/p>\n
Officer Brooks leaned toward the speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cLucy, is Mrs. Alvarez with you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease give her the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could barely make my voice work.<\/p>\n
\u201cLucy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are not in trouble. Neither is Hannah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her breathing trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaddy will be mad.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed my fingers against my eyes.<\/p>\n
My nine-year-old had escaped with her little sister, carried evidence from her father\u2019s desk, and reached a neighbor safely, yet the question governing everything was still whether Richard would approve.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaddy\u2019s anger is not your responsibility anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not know whether I believed the word anymore.<\/p>\n
I needed to say it anyway.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Alvarez took the telephone.<\/p>\n
Officer Brooks instructed her not to alter or delete anything on Richard\u2019s old phone. Officers were already on their way.<\/p>\n
After the call ended, I looked at Marisol.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe first one.\u201d<\/p>\n
She waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard was married before me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was her name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNatalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name tasted strange after so many years.<\/p>\n
Richard had told me about Natalie on our third date.<\/p>\n
We were in a restaurant where candles flickered inside little glass cups. He had looked vulnerable when he told me his first marriage had failed.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe disappeared,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I remembered reaching across the table and taking his hand.<\/p>\n
He said Natalie was selfish. Unstable. Cruel when angry.<\/p>\n
He said she had a daughter from before their marriage and that he had tried to love the child as his own.<\/p>\n
He said Natalie had taken advantage of that goodness.<\/p>\n
I believed him.<\/p>\n
Later, whenever I questioned Richard, Natalie returned like a ghost.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re starting to sound like her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe used to create problems out of nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t become another Natalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret reinforced every detail.<\/p>\n
Poor Richard.<\/p>\n
Poor abandoned husband.<\/p>\n
Poor man who had loved a woman incapable of appreciating him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to her?\u201d Officer Brooks asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said she left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know where she went?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ever meet her?\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
Then a memory surfaced.<\/p>\n
A cookbook.<\/p>\n
I had found an old photograph inside it shortly after moving into Richard\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
He was younger, standing beside a dark-haired woman.<\/p>\n
A little girl stood in front of them.<\/p>\n
When Margaret saw the photograph in my hand, she took it from me so quickly that I thought I had offended her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat child wasn\u2019t Richard\u2019s,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Nothing more.<\/p>\n
I had not asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was a girl,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Marisol looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNatalie had a daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another daughter.<\/p>\n
The word seemed suddenly important.<\/p>\n
Richard had built his grievance against me around the fact that I had given birth to girls.<\/p>\n
Before Lucy and Hannah, there had been another little girl in his house.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody knew.<\/p>\n
The door opened.<\/p>\n
Beth stepped inside.<\/p>\n
For a second my sister simply stared at me.<\/p>\n
Her face changed before she reached the bed. She tried to hide the shock.<\/p>\n
She could not.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Claire.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
I began crying.<\/p>\n
Beth crossed the room and took my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI stopped calling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou called today.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me you hated him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did hate him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite everything, a broken laugh escaped me.<\/p>\n
Beth\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never hated you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI blocked you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept my number.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned against her carefully.<\/p>\n
For a while I could not speak.<\/p>\n
Beth did not ask me to.<\/p>\n
When I finally pulled back, I told her what Lucy had recorded.<\/p>\n
I told her about Natalie.<\/p>\n
Beth listened without interrupting.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at Marisol.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are the girls?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPolice are with them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to get them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can arrange that.\u201d<\/p>\n
People were making plans without asking Richard.<\/p>\n
The sensation was so unfamiliar that it frightened me.<\/p>\n
Part of me still expected the door to open and somebody to announce that a mistake had been made.<\/p>\n
Instead Officer Brooks returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour daughters are safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Richard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe haven\u2019t located him yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
My relief vanished.<\/p>\n
She noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHospital security has his description. He will not be allowed into this room.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour daughter gave us more information about the recording.\u201d<\/p>\n
Beth moved closer.<\/p>\n
Officer Brooks continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cLast Thursday, a woman came to your house. Your mother-in-law spoke with her. Afterward, Margaret called Richard. Lucy recorded part of that conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCaroline?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the first name Lucy remembers.\u201d<\/p>\n
I searched my memory.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe brought an envelope,\u201d Officer Brooks said. \u201cYour mother-in-law tore something up after she left.\u201d<\/p>\n
Beth folded her arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Brooks turned to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNatalie\u2019s full name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNatalie Ellis. At least Ellis was her maiden name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know where she lives?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAny relatives?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice became quieter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if Richard lied about her leaving?\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Brooks\u2019s pen stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if something happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll investigate.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was not reassurance.<\/p>\n
I appreciated that.<\/p>\n
By evening, Beth brought my daughters to the hospital.<\/p>\n
Hannah entered first, holding her stuffed rabbit by one ear.<\/p>\n
She stopped when she saw me.<\/p>\n
Her mouth opened.<\/p>\n
I tried to smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
She approached slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I hug you?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question nearly destroyed me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. Carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elena helped her climb onto the bed.<\/p>\n
Hannah tucked herself against the side that hurt least.<\/p>\n
Lucy stayed near the door.<\/p>\n
Her backpack remained strapped to both shoulders.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome here.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid I make it worse?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma says families have private things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Beth turned away.<\/p>\n
I held out my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cLucy.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou got Hannah out safely. You found an adult. You called me. You did everything right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face collapsed.<\/p>\n
She crossed the room.<\/p>\n
I could not hold both girls tightly because of my ribs.<\/p>\n
I held them anyway.<\/p>\n
Eventually Hannah fell asleep.<\/p>\n
Lucy sat beside me with one hand resting on the blanket.<\/p>\n
After a while she opened her backpack.<\/p>\n
\u201cI brought you something.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pulled out my gray cardigan.<\/p>\n
Beth had given it to me years ago.<\/p>\n
Richard hated it.<\/p>\n
I had never understood why until now.<\/p>\n
Lucy placed it across my feet.<\/p>\n
Then she reached into the backpack again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI brought this too.\u201d<\/p>\n
A folded drawing.<\/p>\n
Three people beneath a yellow sun.<\/p>\n
Lucy.<\/p>\n
Hannah.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
Behind us stood a small house.<\/p>\n
There was no Richard.<\/p>\n
I traced the roof with one finger.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lucy shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Beth began crying quietly.<\/p>\n
A knock came before I could answer.<\/p>\n
Officer Brooks stood outside.<\/p>\n
Beside her was a woman I had never seen.<\/p>\n
Brown coat.<\/p>\n
Dark hair.<\/p>\n
She held a narrow white envelope.<\/p>\n
Officer Brooks suggested Beth take the girls for food.<\/p>\n
My eyes stayed on the stranger.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaroline?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
Once the children had left, Caroline approached.<\/p>\n
She looked at the bruises on my face and quickly forced herself to meet my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI went to your house last Thursday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was home.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother-in-law said you weren\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thursday.<\/p>\n
I remembered.<\/p>\n
Richard had locked me in the bedroom after I asked whether I could visit Beth.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo warn you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened the envelope.<\/p>\n
Inside was a photograph.<\/p>\n
I recognized the woman immediately.<\/p>\n
The dark-haired woman from the cookbook.<\/p>\n
Older now.<\/p>\n
Beside her stood a young woman in a graduation gown.<\/p>\n
\u201cNatalie,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Caroline nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s my sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief moved through me so powerfully that I almost became dizzy.<\/p>\n
Then Caroline\u2019s expression stopped it.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t abandon Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe left him because he hurt her.\u201d<\/p>\n
The hospital room seemed to contract.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline looked toward Officer Brooks.<\/p>\n
Then back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNatalie stayed with me after she left. She brought her daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced at the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was safe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
Those words chilled me.<\/p>\n
\u201cA few weeks later, Margaret called.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fingers tightened around the blanket.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said Richard had been taken to the hospital. She said he was asking for Natalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy sister went back to collect some things and see what had happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
I already knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t at the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe next call we received came from an emergency room.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he tell them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Natalie fell down the stairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my eyes.<\/p>\n
My wife had a terrible fall.<\/p>\n
The same explanation.<\/p>\n
The same performance.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy sister survived,\u201d Caroline said. \u201cBut she was badly injured.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the photograph again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t she tell anyone about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t know you existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline wiped beneath one eye.<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither did I until recently. Someone sent me a photograph from your church.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA friend recognized Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered the church picnic. Richard had stood beside me with his hand around my arm.<\/p>\n
Caroline said, \u201cI knew that grip.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried to contact you. Margaret promised she would give you my information.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI came to the house when you never called.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told you I was gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline reached across the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t try harder.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of Mrs. Alvarez\u2019s closed curtains.<\/p>\n
People who knew something was wrong.<\/p>\n
People who waited for certainty.<\/p>\n
People who assumed I could ask for help if I needed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow is Natalie now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has lasting injuries.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes moved to the graduation photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she\u2019s alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrown. Safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed my lips together.<\/p>\n
Officer Brooks stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re arranging to speak with Natalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWill she talk?\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s name appeared.<\/p>\n
Every person in the room looked at it.<\/p>\n
A message.<\/p>\n
Mom says you\u2019ve been talking to Caroline.<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
Another arrived.<\/p>\n
Ask her what happened to the last wife who tried to take a daughter away from me.<\/p>\n
Officer Brooks pulled out her notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not delete anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then a third notification.<\/p>\n
A photograph loaded.<\/p>\n
Beth\u2019s car.<\/p>\n
Parked outside the hospital.<\/p>\n
The picture had been taken from close range.<\/p>\n
Through the rear window I could see Hannah\u2019s stuffed rabbit.<\/p>\n
Beneath the photograph was one sentence.<\/p>\n
Tell your sister to bring my girls outside.<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
Richard was not somewhere across town.<\/p>\n
He was here.<\/p>\n
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