Chapter 7
Douglas remained in the hallway long after Evan was taken away.
The family members who had watched Serena be humiliated now stood scattered and ashamed.
Evan’s aunt quietly approached the nurse’s station and asked if Serena needed anything.
Serena did not answer.
She did not owe them comfort.
Later, Douglas came to the doorway of the private room.
Simon stood immediately.
Douglas stopped.
His face looked twenty years older.
“I didn’t know he put his hands on her,” he said.
Serena looked at him.
“You knew what kind of man you were teaching him to become.”
Douglas flinched.
He looked at the baby.
Then at the bruise on Serena’s neck.
Then at Simon’s tattoo, still visible beneath his rolled sleeve.
“I remember what happened back then,” Douglas whispered.
Simon’s voice was cold.
“So do I.”
Douglas had once been investigated after a young military spouse filed a report on base.
The case had not ended the way it should have.
Men protected men.
Records disappeared.
A career survived.
A woman left town with two children and no apology.
Simon had been a young investigator then.
He never forgot Douglas’s face.
And Douglas never forgot the unit that almost exposed him.
That was why the tattoo scared him.
Not because Simon was violent.
Because Simon remembered.
And this time, there would be no buried report.
No quiet transfer.
No family lie polished into honor.
Douglas lowered his head.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Serena’s voice was quiet.
“Sorry doesn’t keep us safe.”
He nodded.
“You’re right.”
The next day, Serena was discharged from the hospital under a protection plan.
Not to Evan’s house.
Not to Douglas’s.
Simon drove her and Owen to his farmhouse outside the city, where the porch lights were warm and the guest room had already been made up.
For the first week, Serena slept in small pieces.
She woke every time Owen moved.
Every time a car passed.
Every time her phone buzzed.
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But Evan could not reach her.
👉 Douglas finally told the truth too late — but his testimony would help Serena keep Owen safe.
