Chapter 2 - The Interrogation Room
Detective Miller arrived twenty minutes later.
He was a tall, quiet man who listened to my story without interrupting once.
Then he watched the video on my phone.
He watched Margaret block my path.
He watched her look up the stairs.
He watched Ethan nod.
He watched Margaret violently shove me backward.
Detective Miller didn’t say a word.
He just replayed the moment Ethan nodded.
Three times.
“Where are they now?” he asked the nurse.
“Security detained them in the waiting room when they tried to leave the hospital.”
Detective Miller nodded.
“I’ll be right back.”
I later learned exactly what happened in the hospital waiting room.
Ethan tried to play the concerned husband.
He told the detective I was suffering from severe prenatal psychosis.
He handed over the legal documents Margaret had brought, claiming they were just trying to get me psychiatric help.
Then Detective Miller turned his tablet around and played the video.
Ethan’s confident posture shattered.
“I was just… stretching my neck,” Ethan stammered. “I wasn’t nodding at her!”
“You were stretching your neck?” Detective Miller repeated.
“Yes! I didn’t know what she was going to do!”
Margaret immediately turned on him.
“You liar!” she shrieked. “You told me to do it!”
Ethan spun toward his mother.
“Shut up, Mom!”
“You said we had to get her out of the way before the baby was born! You said it was the only way!”
Detective Miller didn’t even have to interrogate them.
They tore each other apart right there in the waiting room.
Both were arrested and escorted out of the hospital in handcuffs.
That evening, my own lawyer arrived at the hospital.
Her name was Sarah.
She took one look at the documents Margaret had tried to force me to sign.
“Emily,” Sarah said quietly. “If you had signed this, you would have surrendered full medical and legal custody of your child to Ethan.”
“Why?” I asked, tears finally spilling over. “Why would they do this?”
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Sarah opened her briefcase.
“Because I did some digging into Ethan’s finances. And I found the motive.”
