Again.
And again.
And again.
Then his phone rang.
Unknown number.
He answered immediately.
“Hello?”
The voice on the other end was calm.
Professional.
Merciless.
“Mr. Harrison?”
“Yes.”
“This is Attorney Michael Reynolds.”
Blake swallowed.
“I represent your wife.”
Silence.
The attorney continued.
“My client has requested that all future communication go through legal counsel.”
The room went completely still.
Diane stepped forward.
“What is this nonsense?”
The attorney ignored her.
“We also advise you not to contact the hospital nursery.”
Blake’s face turned white.
“What?”
“Hospital security has been informed.”
His breathing stopped.
“What are you talking about?”
The attorney’s voice never changed.
“Additionally, Child Protective Services and hospital administration have been provided copies of witness statements from emergency responders regarding the circumstances under which your wife was found.”
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Then came the final blow.
“Mr. Harrison, multiple medical professionals have documented that your wife was left alone during a life-threatening labor despite repeated requests for emergency transportation.”
The attorney paused.
“You should prepare yourself for what comes next.”
Click.
The call ended.
The silence afterward felt heavier than concrete.
For the first time in his life, Blake understood something.
His wife had survived.
The twins had survived.
But the family he thought would always be waiting for him at home?
That family was already gone.
And by sunrise, the police would arrive asking questions that none of them were prepared to answer.
