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PART 2: THE ONLY THING THEY FORGOT

For a few seconds, I couldn’t move.

I just stood there.

Holding Noah.

Listening to the silence.

The house that was supposed to be my home suddenly felt like a prison.

I ran to the front door.

Locked.

I tried again.

Nothing.

“Evan!”

No answer.

I grabbed my phone.

Then remembered.

Patricia took it.

My hands started shaking.

Not because I was scared for myself.

Because my son was getting weaker.

“Noah…”

I looked down.

His tiny face was pale.

His lips were turning darker.

“No, no, no.”

I forced myself to focus.

A nurse’s training took over.

I checked his breathing.

His color.

His response.

I knew what I was seeing.

A newborn in respiratory distress.

I needed help.

Immediately.

I ran to the kitchen.

The landline.

Gone.

The cord had been pulled from the wall.

My laptop?

Missing.

My keys?

Gone.

Everything I could use to call for help had disappeared.

They planned this.

That realization hit me harder than anything.

This wasn’t a misunderstanding.

This wasn’t Patricia being controlling.

They wanted me trapped.

I looked around the house.

Then I saw it.

A tiny green light.

Blinking.

In the corner of the ceiling.

The baby monitor.

The Nanit camera.

I had installed it myself before Noah was born.

It had an emergency backup connection.

A separate cellular system.

I grabbed the tablet connected to it.

The screen came alive.

Noah’s room.

The hallway.

The front entrance.

I could access everything.

A way out.

A way to call for help.

My fingers moved quickly.

Then I saw something.

The camera wasn’t just showing the house.

It had recorded the moments before they left.

I watched Patricia walking through the living room.

Then Evan joined her.

They were talking.

Quietly.

Like they didn’t want me to hear.

I turned up the volume.

Patricia’s voice came through.

“She won’t fight if she’s scared enough.”

My stomach twisted.

Evan answered.

“She trusts me.”

A cold feeling spread through my body.

“That’s why this works.”

Works?

What worked?

I watched them continue.

Patricia handed him a folder.

Then she said something that made my blood freeze.

“Once we’re in Hawaii, she can’t access anything.”

Evan nodded.

“And after the doctor confirms she’s unstable…”

I stopped breathing.

Unstable?

They weren’t trying to help me.

They were building a story.

A story where I was the problem.

Where I was the crazy mother.

Where they could take my child.

I looked at Noah.

My baby whimpered weakly.

And something inside me changed.

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I wasn’t scared anymore.

I was furious.

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