Chapter 2 - The Message She Erased
Cassandra snatched her phone from the floor.
“You misread it.”
“I saw the message.”
“It was about a business matter.”
“Elijah,” I said, “give me the phone.”
Cassandra stepped backward.
“You have no right.”
“I’m the physician treating a child who may have been poisoned.”
That word changed the room.
Poisoned.
Elijah stared at his wife.
“Cassandra?”
She looked offended.
Almost convincingly.
“Toby fell. Naomi is using this to get revenge.”
I turned back to the monitors.
The chemical smell on Toby’s breath remained.
I ordered a toxicology panel.
Cassandra moved toward the door.
A nurse blocked her.
“Hospital security is on the way.”
Her expression hardened.
Then she threw the phone against the wall.
The screen shattered.
Elijah flinched.
I did not.
Broken devices still kept memories.
Security collected the pieces.
Toby was moved for emergency imaging.
The scan showed swelling near the base of his skull.
But the injury did not match a fall down a staircase.
There were no bruises on his back.
No damage to his arms.
No defensive marks.
The trauma looked localized.
As if someone struck him once, carefully.
The toxicology results came back twenty minutes later.
Benzodiazepines.
Far too much for a child.
Elijah read the report and went pale.
“Toby has never been prescribed that.”
“Someone gave it to him.”
Cassandra crossed her arms.
“Maybe the nanny made a mistake.”
“Which nanny?”
“Maria.”
Elijah shook his head.
“Maria left last month.”
Cassandra’s face changed.
Only for a second.
Then she said, “We hired someone temporary.”
“What’s her name?”
Silence.
I understood.
There was no temporary nanny.
The lie had arrived too quickly.
Police were called.
Cassandra demanded a lawyer.
Elijah stayed beside Toby’s bed.
His hands trembled.
I should have felt satisfaction.
Instead, I felt tired.
He looked at me.
“Can you save him?”
“I’m trying.”
Then Toby moved again.
His eyes opened slightly.
“Elijah,” I said. “Talk to him.”
Elijah leaned over the bed.
“Toby, buddy, I’m here.”
Toby’s gaze drifted past him.
Toward Cassandra.
His heart rate spiked.
He began fighting the breathing tube.
Fear.
Not confusion.
Fear.
Cassandra stepped closer.
Toby’s small hand reached for mine again.
He mouthed one word.
Closet.
I asked the nurse to increase sedation.
Then I faced Elijah.
“What closet?”
He stared at Cassandra.
She no longer looked frightened.
She looked angry.
“There’s no closet,” she said.
Elijah’s voice became quiet.
“Yes, there is.”
He looked at me.
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“A locked one in Toby’s bedroom.”
👉 Toby’s terror pointed toward a locked closet inside the family mansion, and whatever was hidden there had frightened Cassandra more than the police.
