Chapter 2 - The Child Everyone Blamed
The wedding had ended less than an hour before the screaming began.
Diane Mercer had married Wade in the garden behind the house.
Ava stood beside her mother in a cream dress, holding flowers she had not chosen.
Wade smiled for every photograph.
He placed one hand on Ava’s shoulder and told guests, “We’re finally a real family.”
Ava did not smile back.
Most relatives assumed she resented him.
Wade encouraged the belief.
“She’s struggling with her mother moving on,” he told anyone who noticed Ava’s silence.
Nathan arrived from an overseas military assignment halfway through the reception.
He was Ava’s father, but Diane had been awarded primary custody after their divorce.
Wade disliked him immediately.
“You could have arrived yesterday,” Wade said.
“My transport was delayed.”
“Ava needed stability.”
Nathan looked across the lawn at his daughter.
“She needs adults who listen.”
Wade laughed and walked away.
Two hours later, a crash sounded from the upstairs hallway.
Guests ran inside.
They found Wade on the floor with blood on his lip and a bruise swelling around his eye.
Ava stood over him gripping the brass fireplace tool.
Her right hand was cut and bleeding from shattered glass.
Diane screamed.
“What did you do?”
Ava dropped the tool.
Wade pointed at her.
“She attacked me.”
The explanation formed instantly.
A troubled child.
An absent military father.
A mother starting a new life.
A jealous daughter unable to accept it.
Wade refused to call police.
He presented that as mercy.
“She needs help, not punishment.”
Franklin praised his son’s compassion.
Diane cried against Wade’s chest.
Ava said only one sentence.
“He was upstairs.”
Wade answered calmly.
“I went to check on her after she disappeared from the reception.”
No one asked why his tie had been torn.
No one asked why Ava’s bandaged hand contained tiny fragments of blue paint.
No one asked why Wade had locked the upstairs door immediately after the attack.
Nathan arrived in the living room moments later and saw the way every adult had placed distance between themselves and Ava.
He knew that look.
He had seen soldiers accused before investigations began.
“What happened?” he asked her.
Ava stared at the floor.
Wade answered for her.
Nathan cut him off.
“I asked my daughter.”
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Ava lifted her tear-swollen eyes.
Then she whispered, “I need my phone.”
