Chapter 2: Everything Is Perfect
For three agonizing days, I called home constantly.
Every single time, my mother answered.
“She’s resting, darling,” my mother would coo smoothly, the background oddly muted. “The doctor said sleep is the best medicine. The baby is out like a light. Everything is perfect.”
But nothing felt perfect.
Hannah never answered her phone.
I never heard the baby cry.
And every time I asked to speak to my wife, my mother found a reason to stop me.
“Can you just wake her up for two minutes?” I pleaded on the second evening. “I need to hear her voice.”
My mother sighed like I was being childish.
“Ethan, don’t be selfish. If I wake her, the baby will cry and we’ll be up all night. Let the poor girl recover.”
I stared out the hotel window with a sick feeling growing in my stomach.
I had known my mother could be cruel.
But I had never imagined she could be dangerous. Continue Reading ⬇️
