I told her about the bleeding.
About begging for help.
About Ryan mocking me.
About the aspirin.
About what he had said.
Don’t call me unless the house is actually on fire.
Detective Bennett wrote everything down without interrupting.
When I finished, her mouth had tightened into a thin line.
“Did he know you could not stand?”
“Yes.”
“Did he know the bleeding had become severe?”
“Yes.”
“Did he see the blood?”
“Yes.”
“Did he leave anyway?”
I looked at Ethan sleeping beside me.
“Yes.”
Detective Bennett closed her notebook.
“There’s something else.”
My eyes lifted to hers.
“What?”
She reached into her folder and took out a printed still from Ryan’s resort video.
There he was, smiling with a glass of whiskey in his hand.
I turned away.
“We recovered several messages from your husband’s phone,” she said. “Some from before he left. Some during the trip.”
My stomach twisted.
“What did they say?”
She hesitated.
Nathan stepped closer to my bed.
Detective Bennett laid one page on the blanket in front of me.
It was a transcript.
Ryan to someone named Vanessa.
She’s losing it again. Says she’s bleeding. I swear she’ll do anything to keep me trapped at home.
Vanessa had replied:
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