Chapter 6 - Leaving the Hospital for Home
The medical staff kindly cleared my husband to rest while promising around-the-clock security and monitoring for him in my absence.
I rushed down to the pediatric ward where my two daughters were resting under warm thermal blankets with IV fluids running smoothly.
My eight-year-old opened her sleepy eyes as I walked in, immediately reaching out her small, trembling hand to touch my face.
“Mommy... are we safe now?” she whispered softly, her voice still raspy from the freezing winter air.
“You are safe, sweetheart. Nobody will ever hurt you or turn you away again, I promise you that,” I wept, kissing her forehead.
The doctors confirmed they would make a full physical recovery, though the emotional trauma would take a very long time to heal.
I kissed my sleeping three-year-old toddler, who was breathing peacefully now thanks to the swift intervention of the emergency responders.
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Leaving them in the care of trusted hospital nurses, I walked out into the crisp, biting night air to meet the investigating detectives.
My black sedan crunched over the icy hospital parking lot as I followed the unmarked police cruiser toward my parents' estate.
