Chapter 2: The Wrong Name
Part 2 ⬇️
"You put your hands on my mother?" David's voice was ice.
Not worry.
Not shock.
Ice.
I sat on the edge of the bed with Chloe pressed against my chest, her breathing finally slowing, and I could not believe what I was hearing.
"David, she str*ck our daughter.
Chloe's face is—"
"I don't care what happened.
You do not touch my mother.
Ever."
Something cold moved through me.
"You don't care what happened," I repeated slowly.
"Mom already called me.
She told me everything.
You lost your mind over a pizza slice, Rachel."
Chloe shifted against my shoulder.
I pressed my hand to her bruised cheek and felt the heat still radiating off her skin.
"She made our baby bl**d, David."
Silence.
Then: "She's two.
Kids fall.
You're being dramatic."
I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it.
When I put it back, my voice was completely flat.
"She didn't fall."
"I'll deal with this when I get home," he said.
"Do not do anything else.
And Rachel — do not embarrass this family."
He hung up.
I sat there holding Chloe while Margaret's voice drifted under the door, still talking to someone on her own phone.
Calm now.
Almost cheerful.
And then I heard her say a name I was not supposed to hear.
Not David's name.
Someone else's.
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