Detective Ellison was out of the consultation room before Kate could stand.
Dana followed him to the doorway, spoke briefly with someone in the corridor, then turned back to us.
“Kate, stay here.”
Kate looked stunned.
“He went back to the house?”
“Yes.”
“He knows he wasn’t supposed to.”
Dana nodded.
“Officers are handling it.”
Kate pushed both hands through her hair. “Why would he take the monitor?”
Nobody answered because the answer was too obvious.
He knew what it contained.
Or at least what it might contain.
I looked at the laptop where the audio file had stopped.
Don’t twist her like that.
The sentence had changed shape in my mind.
When I first heard it, I thought of Paige’s femur.
But the recording was weeks older.
That meant the same kind of handling may have happened before.
Perhaps not once.
Perhaps repeatedly.
Kate stared at the screen.
“I should have remembered.”
Dana sat across from her.
“Traumatic situations are not always recalled in clean sequence.”
“I was there.”
“Yes.”
“I heard her cry.”
“Yes.”
“I saw him squeeze her.”
Dana did not soften the facts.
“You also intervened.”
“Not enough.”
“No.”
Kate looked up sharply.
Dana held her gaze.
“I’m not going to tell you something untrue to make you feel better.”
Kate’s eyes filled.
“You missed warning signs. You also brought new information forward once you understood what was happening. Both things can be true.”
My sister looked down at her hands.
I was grateful Dana had said it.
I had been trying to hold the same contradiction without knowing how to put it into words.
Kate had failed Paige.
Kate had also been living with a man who had trained her to doubt herself.
One truth did not erase the other.
My phone buzzed.
Ben.
Any news?
I typed:
Ryan went to their house. Police found him taking computer equipment and monitor base.
Three dots appeared immediately.
Do you want me there?
Yes.
I sent the answer before pride could interfere.
Twenty minutes later, Ben arrived carrying coffee for me and tea for Kate.
She accepted the cup with both hands.
“Thank you.”
He squeezed her shoulder once.
No lecture.
No questions.
Just presence.
At almost two in the afternoon, Detective Ellison returned.
His coat was damp from rain.
His expression was controlled, but his movements were faster than before.
Kate stood.
“What happened?”
Ellison shut the door.
“Ryan was detained at the residence.”
“Arrested?”
“Not yet on the injury investigation.”
Kate stared.
“What does that mean?”
“He entered the house after being told not to disturb potential evidence.”
“Is that illegal?”
“It can become illegal depending on the circumstances, but right now I’m more concerned with what he was doing.”
He placed a clear plastic evidence bag on the table.
Inside was a small black device.
Kate frowned.
“What is that?”
“The baby-monitor base station.”
My stomach tightened.
Ellison continued.
“Officers found the computer tower, two phones, the monitor station, and a portable hard drive in his vehicle.”
Ben spoke for the first time.
“Was he removing them?”
“That’s what officers observed.”
Ryan could say he had been collecting his belongings.
Maybe he would.
But a baby monitor and computer were not the first things a frightened father grabbed after his child entered the hospital.
“What was on the hard drive?” I asked.
“We don’t know yet.”
“Can you look?”
“With proper legal authority.”
Kate rubbed her forehead.
“Ryan uses it for work sometimes.”
“What kind of work?”
“He’s in commercial insurance.”
“Does he store family files there?”
“I don’t know.”
Ellison nodded.
“Another item was found in the trunk.”
His tone changed.
Kate heard it too.
“What?”
He took out his phone and opened a photograph.
A green infant sleeper lay inside a clear evidence bag.
My pulse jumped.
“That’s what Paige was wearing yesterday.”
Kate leaned closer.
“Yes.”
I looked at Ellison.
“How did it get into his car?”
“That’s what we need to determine.”
Kate shook her head.
“No. Paige wore that to Ally’s house.”
“She did.”
“Then it was at the hospital.”
I remembered changing Paige only enough to expose the injury.
At some point later, medical staff had removed the sleeper fully.
I had not thought about it after that.
“Was it sent home?” I asked.
Ellison looked at Kate.
“Hospital records show clothing was placed in a patient belongings bag and released to Ryan yesterday evening.”
Kate stared.
“Why?”
“He identified himself as the father and collected nonessential items while you were with investigators.”
My stomach dropped.
“What did he do with it?”
“That’s part of the question.”
Ellison enlarged the image.
Near one leg of the sleeper was a small dark stain.
Kate covered her mouth.
“Is that blood?”
“We don’t know.”
“Paige wasn’t bleeding.”
“Not visibly.”
I looked closer.
The stain was near the inside seam at the upper thigh.
It could have been anything.
Formula.
Medicine.
Dirt.
But Ryan had removed the clothing, carried it home, and then loaded it into his car alongside electronics tied directly to the investigation.
“Was it washed?” Kate asked.
“No.”
“Then why was it separate?”
Ellison nodded.
“That’s what caught the officer’s attention.”
The sleeper had not been tossed into a diaper bag with bottles and blankets.
It had been inside a grocery sack.
By itself.
Kate whispered, “He was going to get rid of it.”
Ellison said, “We don’t know that yet.”
But nobody in the room believed the possibility was trivial.
Dana asked whether Paige had been wearing socks beneath the sleeper.
Kate thought.
“Yes. White ones.”
“Were they returned?”
Ellison checked his notes.
“Not with the clothing officers recovered.”
I remembered the emergency room.
Had I seen socks?
Yes.
Little white socks.
One had been removed during imaging.
The other—
I could not remember.
Details were becoming dangerous because every missing object seemed significant.
Detective Ellison closed the photograph.
“There’s something else.”
Kate gave a bitter laugh.
“There’s always something else.”
“This may not be related.”
She waited.
“Officers also found a pharmacy receipt in Ryan’s car.”
“For what?”
“Infant acetaminophen.”
Kate frowned.
“We already had some.”
“When did you buy it?”
“Months ago.”
Ellison slid a copy of the receipt across the table.
The purchase had been made Friday night.
The night before the femur injury.
Kate read the timestamp.
9:17 P.M.
Her face changed.
“I didn’t know he bought this.”
“Was Paige sick Friday?”
“No.”
“Fever?”
“No.”
“Teething?”
“She’d been chewing things, but she wasn’t in severe pain.”
I remembered Kate’s explanation at my door.
Probably teething.
Maybe that story had begun before Saturday.
“Did Ryan give her medication?” Ellison asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Did you?”
“No.”
“Any reason he would buy a new bottle if one was already at home?”
Kate shook her head.
“No.”
The room fell silent.
Ben asked the question I was thinking.
“Could he have been treating pain from an injury before Saturday?”
Ellison did not speculate.
“We need evidence.”
Of course.
Facts.
Always facts.
But the receipt disturbed me because it suggested Paige might have been hurting before Kate got into the shower.
Maybe something had happened Friday night.
Maybe Saturday morning was not one isolated explosion.
Maybe the injury had begun earlier, worsened later, or involved more than one episode of rough handling.
Kate seemed to realize the same thing.
“She cried Friday night.”
Dana looked up.
“When?”
“After dinner.”
“Describe it.”
“I thought she was overtired.”
“Who was with her?”
“Both of us.”
“What happened?”
Kate rubbed her temples.
“She was on the floor mat. Ryan picked her up.”
“How?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Did she scream?”
Kate closed her eyes.
“Yes.”
I felt sick.
“Did she move both legs?”
“I don’t know.”
She looked at me.
“I didn’t look.”
Again that sentence.
Again the devastating simplicity of not looking.
Ellison asked, “What time did this happen?”
“Around eight thirty.”
The pharmacy receipt was forty-seven minutes later.
Nobody needed to say it aloud.
Ryan bought pain medicine after Paige screamed.
That did not prove he had caused an injury.
But it made the timeline heavier.
Ellison wrote carefully.
“Did he tell you why he was going out?”
“He said he wanted snacks.”
“Did he bring any home?”
“I don’t remember.”
Then Kate froze.
“Wait.”
“What?”
“He bought ice.”
“Why?”
“I asked him the same thing.”
“What did he say?”
“That his shoulder hurt.”
Ellison stopped writing.
“Did he use the ice?”
“No.”
Kate’s breathing changed.
“He wrapped some in a dish towel.”
“For his shoulder?”
“That’s what he said.”
“But?”
“I never saw him put it on his shoulder.”
Silence.
“What did he do with it?” Dana asked.
Kate stared at the table.
“He took it upstairs.”
“To Paige?”
“I don’t know.”
“What happened after?”
“He came down without it.”
Ellison said, “Where was Paige?”
“Asleep.”
“Had you put her down?”
“No.”
“Who did?”
Kate looked at him.
“Ryan.”
The room felt colder.
An infant who had screamed after being picked up.
A pharmacy run.
Pain medicine.
Ice.
A father who put the baby to bed.
Then, the next morning, a child with a severe femur fracture.
I thought we had reached the worst part.
Then Ellison’s phone vibrated.
He read the message.
His eyes narrowed.
“What?” I asked.
He did not answer immediately.
Instead, he walked toward the door.
“I need to call the forensic examiner.”
Kate stood.
“What did they find?”
Ellison hesitated.
Then he said, “One of Ryan’s phones contains a photo from Friday night.”
“A photo of what?”
He looked directly at Kate.
“Paige’s leg.”
My heart lurched.
“What kind of photo?”
“We only have the preview image right now.”
“Tell me.”
He exhaled.
“The photo appears to show discoloration on her upper left thigh.”
Kate stopped breathing.
Friday night.
Before the shower.
Before my house.
Before Ryan claimed Kate hurt Paige Saturday morning.
The bruise may already have existed.
And Ryan had photographed it.
Click here to continue reading: PART 10: A Photograph Taken Hours Before Paige Came to Me Destroyed Ryan’s Timeline, Yet the Image Revealed the Injury Had Not Happened When We Thought
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