Chapter 7 - The Dramatic Version

Years later, people still told the dramatic version.
The private maternity room.
The pale-blue hospital gown.
The newborn in Maya’s arms.
The dark bruises around her neck.
Derek smirking beside the bed.
I was reminding her who’s in charge.
Uncle Ray entering.
The door closing.
The lock turning.
The hearing aids placed on the metal tray beside the stuffed rabbit.
Close your eyes, kiddo.
The sleeve rolling up.
Richard stepping forward.
The faded tattoo.
Derek… don’t touch him.
Derek lunging.
Ray blocking once, twisting safely, forcing him to the wall.
Step away from my niece.
The camera panning toward the door.
Two officers entering with a staff key.
We received the live recording.
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It sounded like rescue.
And yes, part of it was.