Chapter 8 - Ryan Floods My Phone With Desperate Voicemail Messages
My phone buzzed incessantly on the hospital bedside table, flashing Ryan’s caller ID across the glowing screen.
I ignored the first five calls, letting them roll straight into my automated voicemail box.
By the sixth call, I pressed speakerphone just as his frantic, panicked voice filled the quiet hospital room.
“Nia, please pick up the phone! You’re blowing our entire life apart over a stupid misunderstanding!” Ryan begged.
“My mother didn't mean it literally; she was just trying to teach the girl discipline, please call me back!”
I tapped the screen, blocking his number permanently and silencing the endless stream of pathetic excuses.
A hospital social worker walked into the room carrying a clipboard with official state agency letterhead.
“Mrs. Sterling? I’m Sarah Jenkins from the Department of Child and Family Services assigned to Lily’s case,” she introduced herself.
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“Thank you for coming so quickly, Ms. Jenkins; I have all the photographic and video evidence you need,” I said steadily.
She sat down beside my chair, listening intently as I detailed months of calculated emotional and physical neglect.
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