Chapter 2 - The Ride to Mercy.
The paramedics moved with calm speed, which somehow made Claire more frightened.
They asked her name, how far along she was, where the pain was located, and whether she had felt the baby move since the fall.
Ryan answered only when Claire could not.
Megan tried to answer twice.
Both times, the paramedic nearest her held up a hand and asked her to step back.
That small gesture seemed to offend Megan more than the arrival of the ambulance itself.
"I was involved."
"Ma'am, we need space to treat the patient."
Ryan stood near Claire's head while the paramedics prepared to move her.
His face had gone still in the way it did when he was frightened beyond words.
Claire knew that expression.
He used it when he was trying to build a wall around panic.
"I'm riding with her."
One paramedic nodded.
"You can come with us."
Megan stepped forward.
"Then I'll follow."
Ryan looked at her for the first time since the sirens arrived.
"No."
Megan blinked.
"Excuse me?"
"Do not come to the hospital."
"She's my sister-in-law."
"You pushed her."
Megan's jaw tightened.
"She was in my face."
Claire closed her eyes.
She could hear every word.
Each denial felt like another shove, softer but somehow more insulting.
Ryan turned away from Megan and followed the stretcher outside.
The afternoon air felt cold against Claire's face.
Neighbors stood on porches pretending not to stare.
Across the street, Mr. Calder from number fourteen held a garden hose in one hand and watched with an expression Claire could not read.
For a second, his eyes moved from Claire to Megan.
Then he looked down at something near his garage.
Claire had no idea why that detail stayed with her.
Inside the ambulance, Ryan sat beside her and held her hand.
The paramedic attached monitors and asked Claire to describe the pain.
"It comes and goes."
"Sharp or dull?"
"Tight. Then sharp."
The paramedic nodded without showing alarm.
"We're going to get you checked right away."
Ryan rubbed his thumb over Claire's knuckles.
"The baby moved. That's good, right?"
The paramedic answered carefully.
"Movement is useful information, but the hospital needs to evaluate both of them."
Ryan nodded.
Claire could feel him wanting a promise no one could give.
His phone vibrated again.
He ignored it.
It vibrated again.
Then again.
"Check it."
"No."
"Ryan."
He looked at her.
"I don't care what they're saying."
"I do."
His mouth tightened.
"You shouldn't have to."
Claire knew that was true.
It did not make the messages disappear.
Ryan finally glanced at the screen.
There were twelve unread texts.
Linda had written four of them.
The latest said Megan was crying so hard she could barely speak.
Another said Claire had been under too much stress lately and maybe everybody needed to calm down before accusing anyone.
Ryan gave a short, humorless laugh.
"She watched Dad favor Megan for thirty-five years and somehow still acts surprised every time Megan does something wrong."
Claire squeezed his hand.
"Don't fight with your mom right now."
"I'm not fighting with anybody."
He locked the phone.
"I'm done explaining obvious things."
At Mercy General, nurses took Claire directly to maternity triage.
A fetal monitor was strapped around her abdomen.
The rapid rhythm of the baby's heartbeat filled the room.
Claire began crying before she realized tears had started.
Ryan leaned forward until his forehead touched hers.
"There you are."
The nurse adjusted the monitor.
"Heartbeat looks reassuring right now."
Ryan exhaled like he had been underwater.
Claire did not let herself relax completely.
She had learned during pregnancy that reassuring was not the same as guaranteed.
A doctor named Dr. Patel entered and asked Claire to explain what had happened.
Claire told her exactly once.
She had been walking away.
Megan had followed.
Megan had pushed her from behind.
She had fallen on her side.
Dr. Patel asked if Claire had struck her head.
Claire said no.
She asked about bleeding, dizziness, movement, and contractions.
Claire answered each question.
Ryan said nothing until the doctor finished.
"Is the baby okay?"
Dr. Patel kept her voice steady.
"The tracing is good right now, but because of the fall and the contractions, I want to observe Claire for several hours."
Ryan nodded immediately.
"Whatever you need."
A nurse entered carrying a clipboard.
"There's also an officer here asking to speak with you when you're ready."
Claire looked at Ryan.
Neither of them had called the police directly.
The dispatcher had apparently sent them because the fall involved an intentional push.
Ryan's jaw tightened.
"Good."
Claire looked away.
She did not feel good.
She felt exhausted.
She wanted her baby safe and Megan gone.
She did not want statements, relatives, accusations, or a family war.
But the war had already begun.
Officer Daniel Ruiz entered ten minutes later.
He was polite, calm, and careful not to crowd the bed.
He asked Claire if she felt well enough to speak.
She said yes.
Ryan stayed beside her.
Claire repeated the story.
Ruiz took notes.
"Was anyone else in the room?"
"Ryan was in the kitchen. He saw me after I fell."
"Any cameras inside the home?"
Ryan looked up.
"We have one in the living room. A security camera near the bookshelf."
Claire turned toward him.
She had forgotten about it.
They rarely checked it.
It mostly existed so they could look in on the house when traveling.
Ruiz nodded.
"That may be helpful."
For the first time since the fall, Claire felt something close to relief.
The camera had been pointed directly across the room.
It would show the rug, the sofa, and at least part of the path where Megan followed her.
Maybe this would end quickly.
Maybe truth could still be simple.
Ryan unlocked his phone and opened the security app.
His expression changed almost immediately.
"What?"
Claire watched him refresh the screen.
"Ryan?"
He refreshed again.
The officer stepped closer.
"Is there a problem?"
Ryan turned the screen toward them.
The camera showed as offline.
The activity history ended fourteen minutes before the argument.
There was no clip of the push.
No recording of Claire walking away.
No recording of Megan following her.
Nothing.
"That camera was working this morning," Ryan said.
Officer Ruiz looked at him carefully.
"Who had access to it?"
Ryan did not answer at first.
He looked at Claire.
They both knew the same thing.
Megan still had the old family password from when she stayed at the house during their father's final months.
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Ryan had never changed it.
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