Chapter 2 - HIS FAMILY CALLED ME UNSTABLE
The impact had reopened the bruising around two cracked ribs, but the scans showed no internal bleeding. Nurse Elena stayed beside me while a hospital social worker photographed my arm and documented every mark.
Caleb was removed from the building. The police did not arrest him immediately because he claimed he had been preventing a fall, but the hospital preserved the hallway footage and the monitor data.
At 2:15 that morning, my sister Hannah arrived with my nine-year-old daughter, Emma.
Emma ran toward the bed, then stopped when she saw the casts.
“Did Dad make you worse?”
The question landed harder than anything Caleb had done.
Hannah guided her into the chair. “Why would you ask that, sweetheart?”
Emma looked at the floor. “Grandma Joan said Mom was making Dad angry on purpose.”
Caleb’s mother arrived twenty minutes later without being invited.
Joan Walker entered wearing pearls, a camel coat, and the offended expression she usually reserved for waitresses who brought the wrong salad dressing.
“This has gone far enough,” she announced in front of the nurse.
Hannah stood. “You need to leave.”
Joan ignored her and looked at me. “Caleb says you became hysterical and nearly fell out of bed.”
“He dragged me.”
“You are heavily medicated.”
Nurse Elena stepped closer. “Mrs. Walker is alert and oriented.”
Joan’s smile tightened. “I’m sure you mean well, but this is a family matter.”
“No,” I said. “It became a police matter when your son put his hands on me.”
She stared as though I had embarrassed her at church.
“You have always punished Caleb whenever life becomes difficult.”
“My legs are broken.”
“And he is drowning in bills.”
Emma flinched.
That was when I realized Joan had not come to check on me. She had come to make sure I stayed quiet.
A detective named Marcus Holloway arrived shortly before dawn. He asked about the assault, then surprised me with a question about the crash.
“Do you remember anything else about the vehicle that struck you?”
“Dark pickup,” I said. “One headlight looked broken.”
Caleb had told me the police had no leads.
Detective Holloway glanced at Joan. “We are still investigating.”
Joan moved toward the door.
Emma suddenly reached into her backpack and removed her tablet.
“I took a picture because Dad told me not to.”
She opened a photo from the night after my accident. It showed Caleb, Joan, and Caleb’s younger brother Grant standing inside Joan’s garage beside Grant’s black pickup.
The passenger side was crushed.
One headlight was missing.
Hannah looked at Joan. “What did you do?”
Joan’s composure cracked for half a second.
“It hit a deer.”
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Emma shook her head.
“I heard Uncle Grant say they had to fix it before Mom remembered.”
