Chapter 6 - The Midnight Caller
My mind violently short-circuited as I stared at the massive numbers printed on the insurance policy.
Mark didn't just want to save money on medical bills, and he didn't just want to cause drama.
He actively wanted our daughter's condition to worsen so he could collect a multi-million dollar payout upon her death.
My stomach heaved, and I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop myself from physically vomiting on the office floor.
I frantically pulled out my phone and took crystal-clear photographs of every single page of the insurance document, making sure the dates were visible.
I needed to get these photos to the judge immediately to prove Mark's malicious, calculated intent.
Just as I carefully placed the folder back into the safe to avoid suspicion, the unmistakable sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the hallway.
Heavy, familiar footsteps stepped into the foyer.
Mark had come home early.
I scrambled backward on my hands and knees, practically diving into the small, cramped closet in the corner of the office.
I pulled the louvered doors shut just seconds before Mark strolled into the room.
He didn't notice the broken doorknob or the moved rug, as he was completely engrossed in a hushed phone conversation.
"Yes, I know the court order bought us some time, but we can't risk the hospital pushing back," Mark whispered into his cell phone.
I held my breath, pressing my hand tightly against my own chest to muffle the sound of my hammering heart.
"The mother is completely out of the way for the next twenty-four hours," Mark continued, his voice dripping with sinister confidence.
"I transferred the second half of your payment to the crypto wallet, just like we agreed."
He walked over to the window, staring out at the quiet suburban street while he delivered his final, horrifying instruction.
"Just get into her hospital room tonight, make sure the IV gets disconnected, and inject the potassium directly into the line."
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He laughed softly, a sound that chilled me to my very bones.
"Make it look like a tragic, sudden cardiac arrest, and the two million is ours."
