Chapter 3 - “Grandma Said I Was Going Away Tonight”
Dominic sat with the children on the living room rug because the kitchen no longer felt like a safe place.
The afternoon sun had shifted lower. The house felt too quiet.
He kept the suitcase beside him, zipped shut again. The forged papers rested on the coffee table.
Lily curled against his side, still sniffing from time to time. Owen sat cross-legged on the floor, trying very hard to look older than seven.
Dominic took a breath.
“Sweetheart,” he said to Lily, “tell me what Grandma said about this suitcase.”
Lily stared at the duck stitched onto the hem of her borrowed T-shirt.
“She said it was for me.”
“For where?”
“I don’t know.”
Dominic waited.
Children always remembered more when they were not rushed.
Finally, Lily whispered, “She said I was leaving tonight.”
A hard pulse started pounding at Dominic’s temple.
“What did she say exactly?”
Lily rubbed one eye with a small fist.
“She said bad girls don’t get to live in nice houses.” Her voice broke. “And she said Daddy would be happier if I wasn’t here making trouble all the time.”
Dominic closed his eyes for a second.
He opened them and kept his voice steady.
“Did I ever tell you that?”
Lily shook her head.
“No.”
“Do you believe that?”
She hesitated.
That hesitation nearly gutted him.
Before she could answer, Owen cut in fiercely.
“I told her not to listen.”
Dominic turned to him.
Owen’s face was flushed, not just from the slap now, but from effort and anger and guilt.
“She started packing the bag after lunch,” Owen said. “I saw her put Lily’s shoes in it. I asked what she was doing, and she told me to mind my own business.”
“Did she say where she was taking Lily?”
Owen nodded once.
“She said a place with rules.”
Dominic glanced at the forged guardianship papers on the table.
Owen continued, “Lily tried to run to the front door. Grandma caught her first. Then she yelled that Lily didn’t deserve dinner and got the noodles.”
Lily buried her face in Dominic’s side.
Dominic wrapped an arm around her.
“And when you stepped in?”
Owen’s little jaw tightened.
“She slapped me.”
No self-pity.
No tears now.
Just fact.
Dominic reached out and touched his son’s cheek gently.
“Thank you for protecting your sister.”
Owen looked down.
“I couldn’t stop all of it.”
“Yes, you did,” Dominic said quietly. “You stopped her from being alone.”
That was when Lily lifted her tear-streaked face and said the sentence that changed the whole shape of the afternoon.
“Grandma told me not to tell you, because the paper already said yes.”
Dominic looked at the coffee table again.
At the forged signature.
At the false authorization.
And for the first time, he realized this had not begun in the kitchen.
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It had begun long before he walked through that door.
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