Chapter 2 - Daniel Confronts Noah About The Hidden Medical Scars
The fluorescent lights of the hospital consultation room hummed with a sterile, nerve-wracking intensity.
Daniel stood frozen beside the stainless-steel examination table, his hands trembling as he stared down at the open medical file.
The pediatrician had just stepped out to coordinate with child protective services, leaving father and son alone in the quiet room.
Noah kept his gaze firmly fixed on the linoleum floor, his shoulders hunched as if bracing for an impact that never came.
“Noah, look at me,” Daniel commanded softly, his voice cracking with a mixture of grief and mounting horror.
The twelve-year-old slowly raised his head, revealing dark circles under his eyes and a quiet, defensive resignation.
“The doctor found scars underneath the fresh bruises, Noah,” Daniel whispered, stepping closer to his trembling son.
“Old marks... from weeks, months ago. Why didn’t you ever tell me what was happening in this house?”
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Noah swallowed hard, his throat working convulsively as he glanced toward the doorway where Maisie slept peacefully.
“If I told you, she said she would make sure Maisie was taken away and put into the foster system,” Noah finally confessed.
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