Chapter 2 - The Door Finally OpenedThe police arrived within minutes.
Corey tried to explain everything.
He said it had been an argument.
He said I was emotional.
He said I had threatened him with a skillet.
Lorraine immediately supported his story.
“She became aggressive,” she told the officers.
“She attacked my son.”
I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Then one officer looked at me.
“Ma'am, are you injured?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need medical attention?”
“I need my baby checked.”
That changed everything.
An ambulance was called.
A female paramedic approached me.
“Rebecca, I'm going to examine you.”
I nodded.
She placed a hand on my shoulder.
“You're safe now.”
Those three words almost broke me.
Safe.
I hadn't realized how badly I needed to hear them.
At the hospital, the doctors immediately began monitoring the baby.
The fetal monitor filled the room with a steady rhythm.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
I closed my eyes.
“Come on, little one.”
The nurse squeezed my hand.
“Your baby's heartbeat is strong.”
I began crying.
Not because I was afraid.
Because I had been holding everything inside for too long.
A doctor examined me carefully.
“We're going to keep you for observation.”
“Is my baby okay?”
“Right now, yes.”
I exhaled.
Then the door opened.
A police officer stood there.
“Mrs. Whitman?”
“Yes?”
“Your husband has been detained.”
I nodded.
“And your mother-in-law?”
“She was taken in for questioning.”
I stared at the ceiling.
It was over.
At least for tonight.
Then my phone buzzed.
A message from Corey.
I love you. Don't destroy our family over one mistake.
I stared at the words.
One mistake.
My hand trembled.
Then another message appeared.
My mother was angry. You know how she gets.
I locked the phone.
Something inside me finally became clear.
He wasn't sorry.
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He was afraid of consequences.
There was a difference.
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