Chapter 5 - EMMA REMEMBERED THE SECOND PERSONTrevor went completely still.
“That isn't possible,” he whispered.
Emma hid behind my sister.
I wanted to believe she was mistaken.
She was four years old.
She had been through the worst trauma imaginable.
But the detective didn't dismiss her.
He knelt beside her.
“Emma, sweetheart, you don't have to say anything unless you want to.”
She nodded.
“Daddy was there.”
Trevor closed his eyes.
“I was.”
My heart broke all over again.
“But I didn't hurt them.”
Emma continued.
“You were arguing with Grandma.”
“What were they arguing about?” I asked.
Trevor looked at me.
“She wanted me to take the twins away.”
“Where?”
“To her house.”
“Why?”
“She said you were going to leave.”
I stared at him.
“Did you believe that?”
“No.”
“Then why did you go there?”
“Because she threatened me.”
“With what?”
“My business.”
Trevor owned a small construction company with his brother.
Evelyn had financial connections to it.
She had been controlling the family accounts for years.
Trevor explained that she had threatened to destroy the company if he refused to obey her.
But none of that explained the bottles.
The detective asked Emma what she remembered.
“She gave me cookies.”
“What happened after that?”
“Daddy came.”
“Then what?”
“Grandma yelled.”
“What did she say?”
Emma covered her ears.
“She said Mommy was ruining everything.”
My chest tightened.
“She said the babies made Daddy poor.”
Trevor whispered, “Mom.”
Emma continued.
“She said Daddy would never be free.”
The detective wrote everything down.
Then Emma said something that changed the entire investigation.
“Daddy didn't put anything in the bottles.”
Trevor looked up.
“Thank you.”
“But…”
Emma's voice trembled.
“Daddy held Grandma's arm.”
I frowned.
“Why?”
“She was trying to go back to the babies.”
Trevor looked at me.
“I tried to stop her.”
Emma nodded.
“Daddy said, ‘Mom, that's enough.’”
For the first time, I saw something in Trevor's face that looked like genuine remorse.
“Why didn't you tell me?” I asked.
He cried.
“Because I was ashamed.”
“You should have been.”
“I know.”
The detective asked Emma one final question.
“Who was on the phone?”
Emma looked toward the ceiling.
“I don't know his name.”
“Was it a man?”
“Yes.”
“What did Grandma call him?”
Emma thought.
“Doctor.”
The detective looked at his partner.
“A doctor?”
Emma nodded.
“She said he would make everything quiet.”
Silence filled the room.
The detective immediately made a call.
Then another officer entered.
“We found the call records.”
“Whose?”
“Evelyn's.”
“Who was she talking to?”
The officer handed him a paper.
The detective read it.
His expression changed.
I knew something was wrong.
“What?”
He looked at me.
“The number belongs to a private medical clinic.”
My blood turned cold.
“What clinic?”
He gave me the name.
It was the clinic where my twins had received their routine checkup the week before they died.
I stared at Trevor.
“How?”
He looked confused.
“I don't know.”
The detective asked whether we recognized the doctor.
Trevor did.
“Dr. Marcus Bell.”
The same pediatric specialist who had examined the twins.
The detective immediately ordered a search of the clinic records.
Hours later, the police discovered something disturbing.
Evelyn had contacted Dr. Bell several times before the twins died.
But Dr. Bell denied knowing her.
Then investigators found security footage showing Evelyn entering the clinic after hours.
There was another person with her.
Dr. Bell.
The case suddenly became bigger than one angry grandmother.
There was a network.
Someone had access to medical information.
Someone knew what substances could harm the babies without leaving obvious signs.
Someone had been helping Evelyn.
But why?
That night, Trevor sat across from me in the police station.
“I'll understand if you never forgive me.”
I stared at him.
“I don't know if I can.”
He nodded.
“I don't blame you.”
Then my phone rang.
The detective answered.
His face turned serious.
He handed me the phone.
A woman's voice spoke.
“Are you Claire Carter?”
“Yes.”
“My name is Dr. Melissa Grant.”
“Who are you?”
“I work at the hospital where your sons were treated.”
My heart began pounding.
“I need you to listen carefully.”
“What?”
“I reviewed the twins' records.”
“And?”
“There is something wrong.”
“What?”
“Their medical file was altered.”
I froze.
“Altered how?”
“Someone removed a warning from their records.”
“What warning?”
The doctor hesitated.
“An allergy.”
My blood ran cold.
“What allergy?”
“The twins had a documented sensitivity to a medication.”
“But they never received that medication.”
“That is the problem.”
She lowered her voice.
“Someone changed their file to make it appear they had.”
I stared at Trevor.
The doctor continued.
“And the person who accessed the file used your husband's credentials.”
Trevor stood.
“No.”
I shook my head.
“That's impossible.”
The doctor said one final sentence.
“Mrs. Carter, I don't think your husband was the mastermind.”
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“Then who was?”
“I think someone is trying to make him look guilty.”
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