Chapter 2 - Everybody Had an Explanation.
Patricia wanted everyone to sit down.
Mark wanted everyone to leave.
Ryan wanted Emily to stop looking at his mother like she had committed a crime.
Emily wanted one person to explain how a locked stroller had crossed twenty feet of lawn by itself.
No one could.
Sophie slept against Emily's chest while Mark folded the stroller and placed it beside his truck.
"You're taking it?"
Ryan sounded irritated.
Mark did not look at him.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to inspect it somewhere nobody can clean it first."
Patricia's mouth fell open.
"That is insulting."
Mark shut the truck bed.
"Good."
Emily almost told him to stop.
She was used to smoothing things over.
She had spent most of her relationship with Ryan turning sharp moments into softer ones.
Ryan hated conflict when it was directed at his family.
He had no problem with conflict when Emily was the one expected to apologize.
Patricia followed them toward the driveway.
"Emily, please don't leave like this."
Emily adjusted Sophie against her shoulder.
"How should I leave?"
"Calmly."
"My baby almost went into a fire pit."
"And she didn't."
Mark stopped walking.
The look he gave Patricia was so flat that even Ryan stayed quiet.
"That's your comfort right now?"
Patricia's eyes filled with tears almost instantly.
"I am terrified too."
Ryan put an arm around his mother.
Emily watched the gesture and felt something inside her turn cold.
Not because Patricia was not allowed to be scared.
Because Ryan had not put an arm around Emily once.
He had not asked whether she could breathe.
He had not asked whether she wanted to go home.
He had not even held Sophie.
He was standing beside his mother instead.
"We'll talk at home," Ryan said.
Emily looked at him.
"I'm going to Dad's."
Ryan blinked.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to fight in front of Sophie."
"So you're taking my daughter away?"
The words came out too quickly.
Emily stared at him.
"Your daughter almost got hurt, and that's what you heard?"
Ryan's jaw tightened.
"That's not what I meant."
Mark opened the passenger door for Emily.
"We'll talk tomorrow."
Patricia stepped closer.
"Emily, you really should not make major decisions when you're this emotional."
Emily stopped with one foot inside the truck.
"I decided to sleep at my father's house."
"I'm only saying the weeks after having a baby can make things feel bigger than they are."
Mark's face hardened.
"Choose your next sentence carefully."
Patricia lifted both palms.
"I'm concerned about her."
Emily finally understood the shape of the conversation.
It was not about the stroller anymore.
It was becoming a story about Emily being tired, emotional, forgetful, and unstable.
That story had appeared within fifteen minutes of the near-accident.
And Patricia seemed strangely prepared to tell it.
Emily got into the truck.
Mark drove without speaking for nearly five minutes.
Sophie slept in her car seat behind them.
At the first red light, Mark looked over.
"You okay?"
"No."
"Good answer."
Emily stared through the windshield.
"I know I locked it."
"I believe you."
"Ryan doesn't."
"Ryan doesn't seem interested in knowing."
That hurt because it was true.
At Mark's house, Emily carried Sophie into the small guest room that had once been hers in high school.
Mark placed the stroller in his garage beneath bright work lights.
He had spent twenty-eight years repairing industrial machinery before opening his own equipment business.
He knew brakes.
He knew cables.
Most importantly, he knew the difference between wear and interference.
Emily stood in the doorway while he removed the rear wheel cover.
"See this cable?"
She nodded.
"It releases tension when the lever comes up."
He pointed at a small silver section.
"And see that?"
A thin scratch cut across the metal.
"Could that happen normally?"
"Maybe after years."
"The stroller is six weeks old."
"Exactly."
Emily's phone vibrated.
Ryan had sent eight messages.
The first three asked where she was.
The next two accused Mark of making everything worse.
The sixth said Patricia was crying.
The seventh said Emily needed rest.
The eighth made Emily's hands go cold.
You should think carefully before telling people you locked that brake when you can't prove it.
Mark read the message over her shoulder.
"That's an interesting thing to say."
Emily looked at him.
"Why?"
"Because innocent people usually want to know what happened."
He tapped the screen lightly.
"They don't usually start worrying about what you can prove."
Emily sat down on the garage step.
Her mind returned to the party.
The cupcakes.
The camera cable.
The smear of white frosting.
The way Patricia had answered for everyone.
Then another detail surfaced.
Twenty minutes before the stroller moved, Ryan had asked Emily to take Sophie out of it for a family picture.
Emily had refused because Sophie had just fallen asleep.
Ryan had seemed annoyed.
At the time, it meant nothing.
Now it felt like a loose thread.
Mark's phone rang.
It was his neighbor, Nora, whose backyard faced the rear side of Patricia's property.
Mark answered on speaker.
"Hey, Nora."
"You left the party early, right?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Because my driveway camera caught something weird behind Patricia's fence."
Emily stood so quickly the chair scraped the concrete.
Mark looked at her.
"What kind of weird?"
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Nora hesitated.
"Someone unplugged that patio camera before the stroller started moving."
