Chapter 7: The Bruises
My mouth went dry.
“My mother.”
The doctor’s face hardened.
“Then we need security here. Now.”
My mother laughed once, sharp and offended.
“Excuse me?”
The doctor ignored her.
He looked directly at the nurse beside him.
“Call hospital security. Then call the police.”
The corridor went silent.
“Police?” my mother snapped. “For what?”
The doctor’s voice remained calm.
“Mrs. Miller has bruising around both wrists. She is severely dehydrated. She reported being prevented from calling for help.”
I felt the world tilt under my feet.
“Prevented?” I whispered.
My mother’s face went pale, then furious.
“That is a lie. She’s unstable. She just had a baby. She’s confused.”
The doctor turned cold eyes toward her.
“She was clear enough to tell us she begged for her phone.”
My hands curled into fists at my sides.
“Mom,” I said slowly, “what did you do?” Continue Reading ⬇️
