The hospital room was far too quiet for a place filled with machines. Alan sat beside Lily’s bed, gripping her tiny hand. Her fingers were still red and stiff, wrapped in gauze and warmed by heated pads.
Her face, usually animated with curiosity, was still and pale. The doctor’s voice echoed in his head: “Stage 1 hypothermia. She was lucky.
If she had been out there another thirty minutes…”
Alan hadn’t looked at Vanessa once since they arrived. She’d followed him, crying, saying it was an accident. That she’d fallen asleep.
That she didn’t mean to leave Lily out that long. He didn’t respond. Now, outside Lily’s room, a CPS investigator and a police officer waited to talk to both of them.
“She was just upset,” Vanessa had said in the car. “I needed a break. I didn’t mean to—”
Alan snapped.
“You locked her outside in twenty-degree weather! No shoes. No jacket!”
“She broke the damn cup!”
He looked at her like she was a stranger.
“She’s five.”
Vanessa’s eyes filled with tears. “I messed up. But we can fix this.
We’ll tell them it was a mistake.”
But Alan wasn’t so sure. When the officer called him out into the hall, he gave a full report. Everything.
The fights. Vanessa’s drinking. Her mood swings.
How she sometimes left Lily to watch herself while she “took a walk.”
He left nothing out. Inside, Vanessa sat alone, arms wrapped around herself, rocking back and forth. When CPS asked Alan if he had a safe place to take Lily, he nodded.
“My sister lives in Iowa,” he said. “She’s got a big place. Two kids.
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