Chapter 3 - The Trap Closes
I scrambled backward on the rug, clutching the manila folder tightly to my chest.
“You had another son, and she murdered him,” I choked out, tears streaming down my face.
Ryan slowly walked toward me, his eyes dark and completely devoid of emotion.
“Ethan was a difficult baby, he cried just as much as Noah does,” Ryan said in a chillingly calm voice.
“You helped your mother cover up the murder of your own child,” I screamed at him.
“My mother was just trying to teach him how to be quiet, it was a terrible accident,” he insisted.
I realized with absolute certainty that my husband was a dangerous psychopath.
He stopped three feet away from me, tapping the metal flashlight aggressively against his palm.
“Give me the folder, Sarah.”
“I am taking Noah and I am leaving this house right now,” I declared, scrambling to my feet.
I tried to run past him toward the stairs, but he grabbed me by my hair and yanked me backward.
I cried out in pain as I crashed hard onto the hardwood floor.
Linda stepped out from the kitchen, fully dressed and holding a small glass vial.
“I told you she would not understand our methods, Ryan,” Linda said with a cruel, satisfied smile.
“Just give her the sedative so we can deal with the baby,” Ryan ordered his mother.
I kicked wildly at Ryan’s legs, desperately trying to break free from his iron grip.
“If you touch my son, I will kill you both,” I roared, fighting with every ounce of strength I possessed.
Linda uncapped the glass vial and pulled a medical syringe from her pocket.
She plunged the needle into the vial and drew out a thick, clear liquid.
I managed to punch Ryan directly in the jaw, loosening his grip just enough for me to twist away.
I scrambled toward the front door and desperately twisted the brass deadbolt.
Before I could pull the heavy door open, a sharp, burning pain pierced the side of my neck.
Linda had lunged forward and jammed the needle directly into my skin.
I slapped her hand away, but the plunger was already fully depressed.
The world immediately began to spin, the edges of my vision turning dark and fuzzy.
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I collapsed against the doorframe, my legs turning entirely to jelly.
The last thing I saw before I passed out was Linda walking up the stairs toward Noah’s nursery.
