I pulled Emily behind me before I even realized I was doing it.
The man at the nurses’ station was gone.
I scanned the hallway.
Nothing.
Just nurses moving between rooms, a technician pushing a cart, and a television mounted high on the wall showing a muted weather report.
“Where did he go?” I whispered.
Emily pointed.
“He was there.”
“I saw him.”
She shook her head quickly.
“No, Mom. You don't understand.”
“Then help me understand.”
Her eyes filled again.
“He shouldn't know my name.”
“What did he say?”
“He didn't.”
“Then how do you know he knows you?”
Emily hesitated.
“He looked at me.”
That answer frightened me more than I wanted to admit.
I took her back toward the imaging area.
The technician introduced herself and asked Emily to lie still.
Before the door closed, Emily caught my sleeve.
“Stay.”
“I'll be right here.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
She released me reluctantly.
I sat outside.
For the next twenty minutes, I tried calling Daniel.
No answer.
I called again.
Straight to voicemail.
I stared at his name on my screen.
Daniel Bennett.
For two years, I had trained myself not to expect anything from him.
Now I suddenly needed him to answer.
A nurse walked past.
I stood.
“Excuse me. Did you see a man in a dark jacket near the nurses’ station?”
She paused.
“Which man?”
“I don't know his name.”
“What did he look like?”
“Forties, maybe. Dark hair. Medium height.”
She frowned.
“We have a lot of visitors.”
“He was asking about my daughter.”
The nurse looked at me.
“Was he family?”
“I don't know.”
That wasn't true.
I knew exactly what I feared.
Someone who wasn't supposed to be there.
The nurse checked the computer.
“What is your daughter's name?”
“Emily Bennett.”
She typed.
Then stopped.
“Has anyone checked in with her?”
“No.”
She looked at the screen again.
“That's strange.”
“What?”
“There was a call to the desk earlier.”
“From who?”
“I don't know. I wasn't the one who answered.”
“Was it about Emily?”
She hesitated.
“I can't discuss another person's call.”
My voice dropped.
“She's my daughter.”
“I understand.”
She walked away.
I stood there, staring after her.
When Emily returned, she looked exhausted.
“Mom.”
I went straight to her.
“What did they do?”
“Pictures.”
“Did you see anything?”
“No.”
She looked around.
“Is he here?”
“I don't know.”
She lowered her voice.
“He will come.”
“Who?”
“The man.”
I crouched beside her.
“Emily, you have to tell me everything you know.”
She shook her head.
“I can't.”
“Why?”
“Because Dad said never to.”
My chest tightened.
“Your father told you never to talk about this?”
Emily nodded.
“When?”
“A long time ago.”
“How long?”
She looked down at her hands.
“Before he left.”
That was the first time I understood that our divorce might not have been the beginning of the story.
It might have been the consequence.
Dr. Harris returned with the preliminary imaging.
“There is inflammation,” he said. “We need another test before we can say exactly what's causing it.”
“Is she going to be okay?”
“We're going to keep her here.”
Emily looked at him.
“Do you know my dad?”
He went still.
I watched his face.
This time he didn't deny it.
“I've met him.”
“When?”
“A few years ago.”
Emily's breathing changed.
“Did he bring someone here?”
Dr. Harris glanced at me.
“Why would you ask that?”
Emily said nothing.
The doctor pulled the stool closer.
“Emily, I need you to answer something honestly.”
She nodded.
“Has anyone ever hurt you?”
She looked at me.
Then at him.
Her eyes dropped.
“No.”
The answer came too quickly.
Dr. Harris didn't press.
“Okay.”
He stood.
But as he turned, Emily whispered, “Not like you mean.”
He stopped.
I felt something inside me go cold.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
Emily's eyes filled.
“I don't know.”
Dr. Harris looked at me.
“Mrs. Bennett, could I speak with you outside?”
I followed him.
The hallway suddenly felt too bright.
“Her symptoms don't completely fit a routine abdominal illness,” he said quietly.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying we need to investigate further.”
“Do you think someone hurt her?”
“I don't know.”
“Did Daniel?”
“I can't answer that.”
“You just said you knew him.”
“I knew him professionally.”
“What does that mean?”
He looked toward the room.
“I treated a patient he brought to another facility.”
“Who?”
He didn't answer.
“Doctor.”
His jaw tightened.
“I can't discuss another patient's information.”
“Was it a child?”
He looked at me.
That was enough.
I stepped backward.
“Oh my God.”
Before he could respond, a voice came from behind us.
“Mrs. Bennett?”
I turned.
A hospital security officer stood there.
“There's someone asking to see you.”
“Who?”
He glanced at the paper in his hand.
“Daniel Bennett.”
My heart stopped.
“Where is he?”
“He says he's your daughter's father.”
I looked through the glass toward Emily.
She was sitting on the bed.
She had heard.
Her face had gone completely white.
I walked back into the room.
“Emily.”
She stared at me.
“Is Dad here?”
I nodded.
Her eyes closed.
Then she whispered something I had never heard her say before.
“Don't let him talk to me alone.”
I took her hand.
“I won't.”
The door opened.
Daniel stepped inside.
He looked older than the last time I had seen him.
His hair was shorter. His face thinner.
But it was his eyes that made me stop.
He wasn't surprised to see Emily.
He looked terrified.
“Claire,” he said.
I stood between him and our daughter.
“You need to explain something.”
His eyes moved past me.
Emily wouldn't look at him.
Daniel swallowed.
“I was afraid this would happen.”
“What would happen?”
He stared at our daughter.
“She remembered.”
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