Chapter 5: The Mother Behind the Locked Door
Nobody moved.
Claire stood at the top of the staircase, tears running down her face.
Ethan stared at her as though she had just spoken another language.
“What did you say?””
Claire looked toward the newborn.
“I said you told me my daughter was dead.””
Savannah began struggling against the paramedics.
“She's lying!””
Claire shook her head.
“Three years ago, I gave birth at St. Catherine's Hospital. I was told my baby had severe complications. They said she needed immediate treatment.””
She looked at Dr. Reeves.
“He came into my room and told me she hadn't survived.””
Dr. Reeves stepped forward.
“That's enough.””
“No!”” Claire shouted.
“You don't get to tell me what's enough!””
The paramedic holding the newborn moved away from the argument.
“Everyone needs to give us space. We have a baby who requires hospital assessment.””
Claire nodded desperately.
“Please. Let me see her.””
Ethan blocked her path.
“You're not touching that child.””
Claire looked at him.
“You know who I am.””
“I've never met you.””
“Don't lie to me!””
Savannah began crying.
“Ethan, please. I don't know this woman.””
Hannah watched her carefully.
Savannah was frightened.
But not because a stranger had entered her home.
She was frightened because Claire knew the truth.
The paramedics finally carried Savannah and the newborn outside.
Ethan followed them.
Dr. Reeves remained in the hallway.
Hannah approached him.
“Why did Claire believe her daughter was dead?””
He adjusted his collar.
“This is a private family matter.””
“Then explain why a woman is claiming that the newborn you just examined is her missing child.””
“I don't have to explain anything to you.””
Hannah stepped closer.
“Did you deliver Isabella?””
His expression changed.
“Leave.””
“Did you?””
“I said leave!””
Rebecca moved beside Hannah.
“We have copies of the hospital records.””
Dr. Reeves looked at her.
His face went completely still.
“You should have stayed away from this family.””
Rebecca's voice shook.
“I worked for you for two years. I saw what happened.””
“You saw nothing.””
“I saw the payments.””
Dr. Reeves took a step toward her.
“What payments?””
Rebecca swallowed.
“The ones made to Claire after the baby was taken.””
Hannah turned.
“You knew about the payments?””
Rebecca nodded.
“I found the financial records in Savannah's study. There were monthly transfers to an account in Claire's name.””
Dr. Reeves shook his head.
“This is ridiculous.””
“Then explain why the payments stopped last month.””
He said nothing.
Hannah took out her phone.
“I'm calling the police.””
Dr. Reeves immediately reached for the front door.
“Go ahead.””
But before he could leave, two police officers entered the mansion.
One was a middle-aged detective named Daniel Foster.
He held up his identification.
“Dr. Samuel Reeves?””
“Yes.””
“We need to speak with you.””
“About what?””
“An allegation concerning the identity of a newborn child and the falsification of medical records.””
Dr. Reeves glanced at Hannah.
Then at Rebecca.
His expression hardened.
“I'm a physician. You can't simply accuse me of a crime because two women are making claims.””
Detective Foster remained calm.
“That's why we're asking questions.””
He turned toward Claire, who had remained near the staircase.
“Ma'am, are you Claire Bennett?””
She nodded.
“Did you give birth to a daughter at St. Catherine's three years ago?””
“Yes.””
“Were you told that the baby died?””
“Yes.””
“Do you have any documentation?””
Claire reached into her handbag.
She produced a small plastic folder.
Inside was a hospital discharge summary.
“I kept everything.””
Detective Foster examined the paperwork.
Then he looked at Dr. Reeves.
“Would you come with us?””
“I want my lawyer.””
“That's your right.””
The detective turned to Hannah.
“And you are?””
“Hannah Miller. I was employed as Savannah Whitmore's private-duty nurse.””
“Were you present during the delivery?””
“Yes.””
“Did you witness anything unusual?””
Hannah thought about the baby.
The movement in her chest.
The birthmark.
Dr. Reeves insisting that she was dead when a heartbeat was present.
“Yes,” she replied.
“I believe the newborn was deliberately misidentified.””
Detective Foster wrote something down.
“Can you explain why?””
“Not yet. But I have reason to believe the baby may be the child Claire was told had died.””
The detective nodded.
“Then I suggest you preserve every document and message you have.””
He turned toward Rebecca.
“And you should do the same.””
An hour later, Hannah was sitting in the hospital waiting room.
Savannah had been admitted for emergency treatment.
The newborn was in the neonatal unit.
Ethan sat several chairs away, his elbows resting on his knees.
His hands were clasped tightly.
For the first time since Hannah had met him, he looked lost.
She wanted to hate him.
Part of her did.
But the image of him holding his daughter at the pool kept returning to her mind.
He had been angry.
He had been cruel.
And he had chosen to believe his wife without listening to the person who had saved his child.
“Hannah.””
She looked up.
Ethan was standing in front of her.
“Can we talk?””
She didn't answer.
He sat down anyway.
“I owe you an apology.””
“You owe me more than that.””
“I know.””
“You hit me.””
He looked at the floor.
“I was scared.””
“So was Grace.””
His face tightened.
“I know.””
“No, Ethan. You don't.””
She leaned forward.
“Your daughter was drowning. I pulled her out. And the first thing you did was believe the person who pushed her.””
Ethan covered his face.
“I thought—”
“You thought your wife couldn't be wrong.””
He didn't respond.
After a moment, he said quietly:
“Savannah told me you had been threatening her.””
“I never threatened her.””
“She said you wanted to take Grace away.””
Hannah stared at him.
“Why would I want to take her away?””
“I don't know.””
“Then why did you believe it?””
Ethan looked up.
His eyes were red.
“Because Savannah told me something else.””
“What?””
He hesitated.
“She said Grace wasn't biologically mine.””
Hannah's expression changed.
“That's why you sent that message.””
Ethan nodded.
“You knew about the paternity issue.””
“I knew there were questions.””
“What questions?””
He looked toward the neonatal unit.
“Three years ago, Savannah told me she was pregnant. I was thrilled. My father had been pressuring me to have an heir, and I wanted a family.””
He swallowed.
“Then the pregnancy ended suddenly. Savannah said she'd lost the baby.””
Hannah listened without interrupting.
“Six months later, she told me she was pregnant again. This time, she said the baby was healthy. But when Grace was born, something didn't add up.””
“What didn't?””
“The dates.””
Ethan rubbed his forehead.
“Savannah said the first pregnancy had been a false alarm caused by a medical mistake. She said the second pregnancy had been real.””
“And you believed her?””
“I wanted to.””
Hannah stared at him.
“You signed the paternity documents?””
“Yes.””
“Did you ever take a DNA test?””
He shook his head.
“No.””
“Then you don't know whether Grace is your biological daughter.””
Ethan looked toward the floor.
“I know.””
A nurse appeared at the end of the corridor.
“Mr. Whitmore?””
Ethan stood immediately.
“Yes?””
“The neonatal specialist would like to speak with you.””
He followed her.
Hannah remained seated.
A few minutes later, Ethan returned.
His face was different.
“What happened?”” Hannah asked.
He sat down slowly.
“The baby is stable.””
Hannah exhaled.
“Thank God.””
“They're going to run some tests.””
“Good.””
He stared at his hands.
“There's something else.””
“What?””
“The doctor found a small scar beneath the baby's left shoulder.””
Hannah's heart began beating faster.
“A scar?””
“Apparently, it was from an old medical procedure.””
She remembered the reddish mark.
The birthmark.
The photograph.
“What kind of procedure?””
Ethan shook his head.
“They don't know yet.””
Then his phone rang.
He answered.
“Hello?””
A woman's voice came through loudly enough for Hannah to hear.
“Ethan, don't let them take the baby.””
Savannah.
He stood.
“Savannah, you're in the hospital. Calm down.””
“You have to listen to me.””
“What is happening?””
“They're trying to steal her.””
“Who?””
“Claire. That woman. She has no right.””
Ethan looked at Hannah.
“Savannah, why does she say the baby is hers?””
Silence.
Then Savannah whispered:
“Because she's lying.””
Ethan closed his eyes.
“Then why did she recognize the baby?””
Another pause.
Savannah's voice dropped.
“Because she was the surrogate.””
Hannah stood.
Ethan turned toward her.
“Savannah says Claire carried the baby for us.””
Hannah stared at him.
“Did she tell you that before?””
“No.””
He put the phone on speaker.
“Savannah, why didn't you tell me?””
His wife's breathing became uneven.
“Because I was afraid you'd leave me.””
“Why would I leave you?””
“Because the truth is complicated.””
“What truth?””
Savannah began crying.
Then she said:
“Ethan, you need to understand something. Grace wasn't the baby Claire gave birth to.””
Hannah felt her stomach drop.
Ethan's voice became sharp.
“Then who is Grace?””
Savannah didn't answer.
Instead, she whispered:
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“She's the child I was paid to protect.””
The call ended.
