Chapter 5 - The Messages on Lily's Tablet.
Lily's old tablet had a cracked corner and a pink rubber case shaped like cat ears.
I had almost thrown it away six months earlier.
Mark stopped me because he said Lily could still use it for games.
I remembered him setting it up with an old family account so she could download apps without asking for my phone.
I had not thought about that account since.
Neither, apparently, had he.
“Where is the tablet?” Officer Patel asked.
“At home.”
Lily looked nervous.
“Under my pillow.”
“Did you take pictures of the messages?”
She shook her head.
“I just read them.”
“What did they say?”
“I don't remember all the words.”
“That's okay.”
Officer Patel kept her voice gentle.
“Tell me only what you remember.”
Lily squeezed the teddy bear.
“Daddy wrote Grandma's name.”
“Then something about the medicine.”
She frowned, trying to reconstruct adult words that had never been meant for her.
“He said, ‘Keep it full.’”
My stomach twisted.
“What else?”
“He said, ‘If Claire takes him back, don't worry.’”
Lily looked at me apologetically, as though reading the message had somehow betrayed me.
“Then he said, ‘The chart will match.’”
Officer Patel's expression did not change, but her posture did.
She sat straighter.
“Anything about Monday?”
“Yes.”
“He wrote, ‘Monday only works if we don't lose our nerve.’”
I closed my eyes.
I could picture Mark typing it from the couch while I sat ten feet away with Noah on my chest.
Maybe I had asked him whether he wanted dinner.
Maybe he had smiled at me.
Maybe he had kissed my forehead before bed.
Betrayal was supposed to come with a slammed door or a confession.
I had never imagined it could sit beside me scrolling on a phone while asking what I wanted from takeout.
Officer Patel asked for permission to retrieve the tablet if a lawful way to access the house was established.
The house was jointly owned by Mark and me.
I told her I would cooperate fully.
She explained that because evidence might be involved, I should not rush home and start collecting things myself.
“I wasn't planning to,” I said.
The truth was that I suddenly did not want to enter that house alone ever again.
Every room felt contaminated by things I had not known were happening inside it.
Dr. Chen returned with an update.
Noah's fever continued to decline slowly.
His hydration was improving.
He had opened his eyes and tracked her finger for several seconds.
The relief hit me so hard I cried without warning.
I pressed my face into his hair.
Lily rubbed my arm.
“Is he better?”
“He's getting better.”
I forced the words through tears.
“He's fighting.”
Diane's voice suddenly carried from the hallway.
“This is my property.”
Everyone in the room looked toward the door.
A security officer stepped partly into view.
Then Diane appeared behind him holding her flowered suitcase.
My body went rigid.
The front pocket was unzipped.
Officer Patel moved into the hallway.
“What is happening?” I asked.
The security officer answered from the doorway.
“Mrs. Reed asked to retrieve her bag from Mr. Reed's vehicle.”
Diane raised her chin.
“It is my suitcase.”
Lily stared at it.
“That's where the purple bottle is.”
Diane froze.
Every eye shifted to the front pocket.
Officer Patel held up one hand.
“Mrs. Reed, please set the bag down.”
“This is absurd.”
“Set it down.”
“You have no right to search my belongings.”
“I am not searching it without consent or other lawful authority.”
“Then I'm leaving.”
She grabbed the suitcase handle.
Lily's voice cut through the hallway.
“Grandma, don't throw it away too.”
Diane looked at her granddaughter.
For the first time that day, she did not have a quick answer.
Officer Patel asked whether she would voluntarily provide the nighttime medication so doctors could identify what Noah may have received.
Diane clutched the suitcase.
“No.”
I stared at her.
“If you were helping him, give them the bottle.”
She looked at me with open hatred.
“You have poisoned this family.”
“No.”
I pointed toward the suitcase.
“You did.”
Mark appeared at the far end of the hallway with another officer.
His eyes went immediately to his mother's bag.
The look that passed between them was unmistakable.
Officer Patel saw it.
“Mr. Reed, do not approach the bag.”
“I wasn't going to.”
He kept walking.
“Stop there.”
He stopped.
Then he looked at Lily.
“What did you tell them?”
The question sounded simple.
The tone did not.
I stepped between them even though he was fifteen feet away.
“Do not ask her that.”
“She is my daughter.”
“She is not your witness.”
Mark gave me a bitter smile.
“You've already decided what this is.”
“I decided nothing.”
“You have a draft petition against me, a fake message in my medical portal, a nearly full prescription bottle, a sick baby, and a seven-year-old who saw you holding him while your mother switched his medicine.”
I heard my own words echo off the hallway walls.
“What exactly do you think I still need to decide?”
He looked away first.
Diane tried a different approach.
Her voice softened.
“Claire, sweetheart.”
I almost laughed at the word.
“Think about Lily.”
“I am.”
“Think about what an investigation will do to her.”
“She already watched you pour her brother's medicine down a sink.”
Diane's softness vanished.
“You don't know what you are talking about.”
“Then hand over the bottle.”
She said nothing.
Dr. Chen came to the doorway.
“If the product is in that bag, identifying it could directly affect how we monitor Noah.”
Diane looked at the doctor.
For the first time, her confidence broke visibly.
She slowly set the suitcase down.
“I will give you the bottle,” she said.
“But nobody touches anything else.”
Officer Patel clarified the consent carefully.
Diane unzipped the front pocket herself.
Her hand went inside.
She searched once.
Then again.
Her face changed.
The bottle was not there.
Lily whispered, “It was there this morning.”
Diane spun toward Mark.
He shook his head before she even spoke.
“I didn't touch it.”
Officer Patel looked from one to the other.
“Where is it?”
Neither answered.
Then Lily tugged my sleeve again.
“Mom, the tablet had pictures too.”
Officer Patel looked at her.
“What kind of pictures?”
“Screenshots.”
My heart jumped.
“You said you didn't take pictures of the messages.”
“I didn't.”
She frowned.
“They just showed up when I pushed two buttons by accident.”
I almost smiled despite everything.
Lily had discovered screenshots the same way children discover half the features on devices adults buy them.
“Did you save them?”
“I think so.”
“Where?”
“In Photos.”
Officer Patel asked whether she remembered what any screenshot showed.
Lily nodded slowly.
“One had Daddy saying, ‘Don't let Claire handle nights.’”
Another, she remembered, had Diane asking whether I had checked the bottle yet.
Mark answered, “Not if we keep her tired.”
My mouth went dry.
The sentence was cruel in a way the larger plan almost wasn't.
It was personal.
They had not merely used my exhaustion.
They had maintained it.
I thought about the mornings Mark woke me after I had finally fallen asleep because he “couldn't find” a clean bottle.
I thought about Diane vacuuming outside the nursery during Noah's naps and laughing when I complained.
I thought about the way they called me fragile after making rest almost impossible.
Officer Patel cautioned that Lily's memory of text wording would need to be verified from the device.
I nodded.
Again, facts.
No assumptions.
But even the possibility gave the missing tablet new importance.
Mark had treated it like an old toy.
Now it might contain the one thing he could not argue with.
His own words.
Diane stared at Lily.
“You had no business reading private messages.”
Lily flinched.
I stepped closer to her.
“She had no business being placed in a house where adults were discussing how to deceive her mother.”
Diane's mouth tightened.
Officer Patel ended the exchange before it could grow.
Then Mark's phone buzzed.
He glanced down instinctively.
The screen lit up long enough for me to see a notification preview.
It was from a contact saved as GRAHAM LAW.
The first words were visible.
“Filed as instructed.”
I felt the air leave my lungs.
Mark immediately locked the phone.
Officer Patel looked at him.
I looked at him too.
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“What did you file?”
His silence answered before his mouth did.
