Chapter 10 - The False Victory
The warm morning sun rose brightly over the Seattle hospital skyline.
Ethan opened his beautiful eyes and wrapped his tiny fingers firmly around my thumb.
His skin was a healthy shade of pink, and his breathing was perfectly rhythmic and strong.
The attending doctors officially declared him fully recovered from the toxic sleeping pills.
Marcus walked into the private room holding two cups of coffee and a triumphant smile.
He confirmed that David would likely spend the rest of his natural life in a maximum-security federal prison.
Theresa was facing several decades behind bars for the attempted murder of an infant.
I signed the finalized divorce and sole custody papers right there on my hospital tray table.
I kissed Ethan's forehead softly, feeling like we had finally won our freedom and our future.
I had solved the immediate crisis and protected my son from the people who were supposed to love him.
The heavy wooden door to my private recovery room slowly creaked open.
The lead pediatrician who had worked tirelessly to save Ethan's life stepped inside holding a medical chart.
He quietly locked the heavy door behind him and flipped off the overhead lights.
He turned toward me and smiled a remarkably cold, lifeless smile.
He told me that David was just a useful, pathetic idiot who owed his boss a lot of money.
He slowly pulled a suppressed pistol from the deep pocket of his white medical coat.
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He pointed the weapon directly at my chest.
He whispered that I should never have stolen from the cartel, because now they were going to take my son as payment.
