Chapter 3 - Ryan Calls Before Sunrise Again
Ryan called at 4:07 a.m.
I recorded the call after confirming with counsel how to preserve it
appropriately.
“Where is Leo?”
“At the hospital.”
He swore under his breath.
“Is he okay?”
“You tell me.”
“Mariana, don’t do this.”
“Why did you ask whether Dad saw his neck?”
Silence.
Then Ryan said:
“My mother told me.”
“When?”
“After you left.”
“That isn’t what the hallway camera shows.”
Another silence.
Longer.
Ryan’s voice changed.
“You talked to hotel security?”
I did not answer.
He whispered:
“You have no idea what you’re stepping into.”
“Then explain it.”
“I can’t over the phone.”
“You can explain why our son stopped breathing.”
“It wasn’t supposed to go that far.”
Every muscle in my body locked.
“What wasn’t?”
Ryan realized it again.
Too late.
He ended the call.
Dad looked at the waveform on my phone.
Ryan had now given us two statements he could not easily take back.
Neither told us the whole truth.
But both told me one thing.
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My husband was afraid of what happened in that suite.
Not surprised by it.
