The relief vanished.
“Is she awake?” I asked.
“No.”
“Will she wake up?”
“We don’t know yet.”
Ben shut his eyes.
The doctor spoke gently. “The next twenty-four hours will tell us more.”
“Can I see her?” he asked.
“Soon.”
“What about the babies?”
“A nurse will take you to the NICU.”
He nodded, but his body did not move.
The doctor touched his arm before leaving.
For a moment, Ben and I stood together in silence.
Rosie was alive.
The twins were alive.
That should have been enough to fill every part of me.
But in my hand was a letter from my sister explaining that the man who raised us might have murdered our mother—and that evidence was hidden beneath my roof.
Ben finally looked at me.
“You should go home and get the drive.”
“You’re coming.”
“I’m not leaving Rosie.”
“Then I’ll go alone.”
“No.”
“You just said the evidence has to be secured.”
“I also said Richard may know.”
“I’m not waiting while he destroys it.”
Ben’s face hardened.
“I’ll call someone I trust.”
“Who?”
“A detective.”
“You said we didn’t have enough for the police.”
“Not officially. But I know someone who will listen.”
I remembered then that Ben’s older cousin, Daniel Mercer, worked major crimes for the county sheriff’s department.
“Call him.”
Ben took out his phone.
Before he could dial, mine rang.
The screen showed DAD.
Neither of us spoke.
The phone kept ringing.
Ben reached for it.
I pulled it away.
“No.”
“Don’t answer.”
“If he suspects something, ignoring him will make it worse.”
“Claire.”
I pressed the green icon.
