PART 4 — THE NAME KATE NEVER WANTED ME TO KNOW
“Ask your sister who Paige’s father really is.”
I read the message twice.
Then a third time.
The words didn’t change.
My eyes lifted slowly from the phone to Kate.
She was staring at the photograph of Paige on my screen.
Her face had gone completely white.
Not confused.
Not offended.
Terrified.
“Kate,” I whispered.
She shook her head.
“Not here.”
My stomach tightened.
“What do you mean, not here?”
“Ally, please.”
“Someone just sent me a picture of your daughter sleeping inside your house.”
“I know.”
“And they’re telling me to ask who her father is.”
“I know.”
Those two words again.
I know.
The same words Kate had used when I confronted her about Paige’s broken leg.
Every time my sister said them, another piece of the life I thought I understood seemed to collapse.
Investigator Ramirez stepped closer.
“Kate, do you recognize that photograph?”
Kate stared at it.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“That blanket.”
She pointed at the pale yellow blanket tucked around Paige.
“My mother-in-law gave it to us. Paige only started sleeping with it recently.”
“How recently?”
“About two weeks.”
Ramirez’s expression hardened.
“So this photograph was taken within approximately the last two weeks?”
“Yes.”
“Who has access to your home?”
Kate hesitated.
“Ryan and me.”
“Anyone else have a key?”
“No.”
“Family?”
“No.”
“Housekeeper?”
“No.”
“Babysitter?”
Kate swallowed.
“Not anymore.”
The investigator caught the hesitation immediately.
“Who was the babysitter?”
“A college student named Emma. But she stopped working for us almost two months ago.”
“Why?”
Kate looked toward the floor.
“Ryan fired her.”
“Why?”
“He said she was unreliable.”
“Was she?”
“I didn’t think so.”
“Did she have a key?”
“No. We always let her in.”
Ramirez wrote the name down.
“Anyone else?”
Kate’s eyes moved toward the evidence bag containing the concealer.
Then she whispered:
“Lauren.”
The hallway seemed to tighten around us.
“Lauren had a key?” Ramirez asked.
“No.”
“But she had access to the house?”
Kate nodded.
“How often?”
“Sometimes.”
“How often is sometimes?”
Kate looked ashamed.
“More often than I realized.”
I stared at her.
“Why was your pediatrician’s former nurse hanging around your house?”
Kate closed her eyes.
“She wasn’t my nurse.”
“What?”
“She worked at Paige’s pediatrician’s office, yes. But that isn’t how we knew her.”
My pulse quickened.
“How did you know her?”
Kate looked toward the room where Ryan had been taken.
“Through him.”
“Through Ryan?”
She nodded.
“They knew each other before Paige was born.”
“How?”
“I don’t know everything.”
I almost laughed.
Not because anything was funny.
Because I was reaching the point where every answer created three new questions.
“You’re married to the man.”
“I know.”
“Then how do you not know?”
“Because Ryan lies.”
The words came out flat.
Not angry.
Not emotional.
Just exhausted.
Kate looked at me.
“He lies so easily that sometimes I don’t think he even remembers what the truth was.”
Ramirez interrupted.
“Kate, we need to return to the message Ally received. Is Ryan Paige’s biological father?”
Kate stopped breathing.
I felt my stomach turn.
“Kate.”
She pressed her lips together.
“Answer her.”
Tears gathered in her eyes.
“I don’t know.”
I stared at her.
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know for certain.”
“How can you not know?”
She looked at me with an expression I had never seen on my sister’s face before.
Pure shame.
“Because there’s someone else who could be.”
I stepped backward.
Everything around me seemed suddenly too bright.
The fluorescent lights.
The white walls.
The polished floor.
I wanted to sit down.
I wanted to scream.
Instead, I asked:
“Who?”
Kate didn’t answer.
“Who, Kate?”
Ramirez spoke gently but firmly.
“We need a name.”
Kate whispered:
“Daniel.”
My heart stopped.
There were probably thousands of Daniels in our city.
But I knew exactly which one she meant.
“No.”
Kate started crying.
“Ally—”
“No.”
“Please listen.”
“Daniel Mercer?”
She nodded.
I actually felt dizzy.
Daniel Mercer had been Ryan’s closest friend.
Not a casual friend.
His best friend.
He had been a groomsman at their wedding.
He had helped Ryan renovate their kitchen.
He had attended family barbecues.
He had brought Kate flowers after Paige was born.
And then, about four months after Paige’s birth, Daniel had suddenly disappeared from their lives.
Whenever I asked what happened, Ryan said they’d had a business disagreement.
I had believed him.
“Daniel could be Paige’s father?”
“Yes.”
My voice came out barely above a whisper.
“Does Ryan know?”
Kate looked toward the closed interview-room door.
“I thought he suspected.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
“I don’t know what he knows anymore.”
“When did this happen?”
Kate wiped her face.
“Ryan and I separated briefly last year.”
I remembered.
She had called it “a rough patch.”
She stayed with our mother for twelve days.
Then she went home.
“You told everyone you were working things out.”
“We were.”
“Were you with Daniel during the separation?”
Kate nodded.
“Once.”
I closed my eyes.
One night.
One decision.
And now a six-month-old baby was lying behind trauma-room doors with multiple injuries while secrets were exploding around her.
“Did Daniel know you might be pregnant with his child?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“He wanted a paternity test.”
“Did you do one?”
Kate shook her head.
“Ryan and I reconciled. When I found out I was pregnant, the dates were close enough that I convinced myself Paige had to be Ryan’s.”
“You convinced yourself?”
“I was scared.”
“And Daniel?”
“He kept asking.”
“What happened?”
“Ryan found out.”
The investigator’s pen stopped.
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
“When?”
“When Paige was about two months old.”
I stared at her.
That was four months ago.
Around the same period Daniel disappeared.
“What happened between Ryan and Daniel?”
“I never got the whole story.”
“Kate.”
“I’m telling you the truth.”
“Then tell me what you do know.”
She took a shaky breath.
“Daniel came to the house one evening. Ryan wouldn’t let him inside. They argued in the driveway.”
“About Paige?”
“Yes.”
“What did Daniel say?”
“He said Paige deserved to know the truth.”
“And Ryan?”
“He told Daniel to stay away from our family.”
“What happened after that?”
“Daniel stopped coming around.”
“Just like that?”
“No.”
Kate hesitated.
“He sent me messages.”
“What kind of messages?”
“He kept saying something was wrong.”
“With Ryan?”
“With everything.”
My skin prickled.
“What does that mean?”
“He said Ryan was hiding something from me.”
Ramirez leaned forward.
“Do you still have those messages?”
“I deleted them.”
“Why?”
“Ryan found one.”
“What did he do?”
Kate’s face changed.
“He smashed my phone.”
Silence.
I stared at my sister.
“You never told me that.”
“I didn’t tell anyone.”
“Why?”
“Because I was embarrassed.”
“Kate, why would you be embarrassed because your husband smashed your phone?”
She looked away.
That answer hurt more than anything she could have said.
Because I suddenly realized there had been warning signs.
Kate had stopped coming to Sunday dinners as often.
She had canceled plans at the last minute.
She had become quieter.
She had started asking permission before making decisions that never used to require permission.
And I had accepted every excuse.
The baby was exhausting.
Marriage was stressful.
Ryan was busy.
Kate was tired.
I had explained away all of it.
The doctor stepped out again.
“How is Paige?” I asked immediately.
“Stable.”
My knees nearly gave out with relief.
“Can I see her?”
“Soon. We’re arranging appropriate monitoring while the investigation continues.”
Kate stepped forward.
“I’m her mother.”
The doctor looked at Ramirez before answering.
“I understand.”
Kate’s face crumpled.
“But you’re not letting me see her.”
“Right now, Paige’s safety has to guide every decision.”
Kate lowered her head.
She didn’t argue.
Then Ramirez’s phone rang.
She stepped away.
The conversation lasted less than a minute.
When she returned, her expression had changed again.
“We preserved the neighbor’s video.”
Ryan shouted something from the room down the hallway.
Apparently he had heard.
Ramirez ignored him.
“We also confirmed Lauren’s identity from the footage.”
Kate hugged herself.
“What was she doing at my house?”
“That’s what we’re working to determine.”
“Have you found her?”
“Not yet.”
Those words frightened me.
“What do you mean, not yet?”
“She isn’t at her listed address.”
“Her phone?”
“Off.”
Kate looked at me.
Then at my phone.
“She sent that picture.”
“We don’t know that.”
“Who else would?”
Ramirez didn’t speculate.
Instead, she asked:
“Kate, when was the last time you personally saw Lauren?”
“Thursday.”
My breath caught.
“Thursday?”
Kate nodded.
“She was there?”
“For maybe twenty minutes.”
“You never mentioned that.”
“I was scared.”
“Why did she come?”
Kate’s eyes shifted toward Ramirez.
“She said Ryan asked her to.”
“What for?”
“She wouldn’t tell me.”
“Did Ryan?”
“No.”
“What happened while she was there?”
Kate took a breath.
“Paige was crying.”
Every muscle in my body tightened.
“Was that before she was injured?”
“I don’t know exactly when the injury happened.”
“How do you not know?”
“Because I wasn’t in the room.”
My stomach dropped.
“Where were you?”
“In the shower.”
“And Paige?”
“With Ryan.”
“And Lauren?”
Kate looked at me.
“With Ryan.”
I stared at her.
“When you came out?”
“Paige was screaming.”
The hospital hallway disappeared around me.
“What did Ryan say happened?”
“He said she slipped.”
“Slipped from where?”
“The couch.”
The orthopedic specialist, who had been standing nearby, looked immediately toward Ramirez.
That reaction was enough.
“You don’t believe that,” I said.
The doctor answered carefully.
“We assess injuries based on the full clinical picture. The investigators will compare the history provided with the medical findings.”
Kate began crying again.
“I wanted to take her to the hospital.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Ryan said they’d take Paige away.”
“So you covered her bruise?”
“No.”
My head snapped up.
“What?”
“I didn’t put the makeup on her.”
“But you dressed her Saturday morning.”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t see it?”
“I saw the discoloration. But the makeup was already there.”
“Who applied it?”
Kate looked toward the evidence bag.
“Lauren.”
My hands went cold.
“She put concealer on Paige?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Thursday night.”
“And you let her?”
“I was panicking.”
“Kate!”
“I KNOW!”
Her voice cracked through the hallway.
“I know what I did!”
She covered her face.
“I know I failed her.”
Nobody spoke.
When she lowered her hands, she looked broken.
“Lauren told me she had medical training. She said the swelling could look worse than it was. She said we should wait and see.”
“You believed her?”
“I wanted to.”
Those words were almost unbearable.
Not because they excused anything.
They didn’t.
But because I understood exactly what Kate meant.
Sometimes people didn’t believe lies because the lies were convincing.
They believed them because the truth was too frightening.
Ramirez asked:
“Why did Lauren tell you not to take Paige to Dr. Morgan?”
Kate looked confused.
“She didn’t.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
Ramirez removed the folded note from the evidence sleeve.
“This was inside Paige’s diaper bag.”
Kate read it.
Her expression changed.
“I didn’t write that.”
“You told us earlier the diaper bag was yours.”
“It is.”
“Did you pack it?”
“Yes.”
“Did you place this note inside?”
“No.”
“Do you recognize the handwriting?”
Kate stared at it.
Then slowly shook her head.
“No.”
I felt goosebumps rise along my arms.
Someone had put that note into Paige’s bag without Kate knowing.
Someone who knew Paige’s pediatrician.
Someone who knew my name.
My address.
My phone number.
And someone who apparently wanted Paige kept away from Dr. Morgan.
Ramirez looked at me.
“Ally, did you ever give Lauren your address?”
“I’ve never met Lauren.”
“Phone number?”
“No.”
“Daniel?”
“I’ve met Daniel, obviously, but I haven’t spoken to him in months.”
“Would he know where you live?”
“Yes.”
Kate suddenly looked up.
“Daniel.”
“What about him?”
“He called me yesterday.”
My heart jumped.
“You said you were supposed to meet someone today.”
She nodded.
“It was Daniel.”
“Why?”
“He said he had proof.”
“Proof of what?”
“He wouldn’t explain over the phone.”
“Did he mention Paige?”
“Yes.”
“What exactly did he say?”
Kate swallowed.
“He said, ‘You need to get Paige away from Ryan before Sunday.’”
A chill moved through me.
“Why before Sunday?”
“I don’t know.”
“Today is Saturday.”
“I know.”
“Where were you supposed to meet Daniel?”
“A coffee shop near the interstate.”
“Did Ryan know?”
“No.”
“Then why was Ryan in the car with you this morning?”
Kate’s face tightened.
“He wasn’t supposed to be.”
My heart started pounding again.
“What?”
“He told me he was going to the hardware store. I was planning to drop Paige with you, then meet Daniel alone.”
“But Ryan came with you.”
“He was waiting in the car when I came downstairs.”
“Did he know where you were going?”
“I told him I needed groceries.”
“And then?”
“He said he’d come.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
I remembered Ryan sitting in that car outside my house.
He never came inside.
He never kissed Paige goodbye.
He just waited.
Maybe he hadn’t been waiting for Kate.
Maybe he’d been watching her.
“Did you meet Daniel?”
Ramirez asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Ryan wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“Where did you go after leaving Ally’s?”
“We drove around.”
“For how long?”
“Maybe forty minutes.”
“And then?”
Kate’s eyes filled with tears.
“Ryan got a notification.”
“What notification?”
“From the baby monitor.”
My entire body went rigid.
“What baby monitor?”
“The camera over Paige’s crib.”
I remembered the photograph.
Paige asleep.
Taken inside the house.
“Can someone access that camera remotely?”
“Yes.”
“Who has the password?”
“Ryan and me.”
“Anyone else?”
“I didn’t think so.”
Ramirez immediately pulled out her phone.
“What did the notification show?”
Kate shook her head.
“Nothing. The camera had disconnected.”
“When?”
“Right before Ally texted that Paige was at the hospital.”
I felt sick.
The timing couldn’t be coincidence.
Someone had been accessing records.
Someone had been inside the house.
Someone had apparently accessed the baby camera.
And someone was sending me photographs.
Ramirez stepped aside to make another call.
Then my phone rang.
Unknown number.
Again.
Kate stared at it.
“Don’t answer.”
I looked toward Ramirez.
She nodded.
“Speaker.”
I answered.
“Hello?”
Silence.
Then breathing.
“Who is this?”
A man’s voice finally spoke.
“Ally?”
I froze.
I recognized it.
“Daniel?”
Kate grabbed my arm.
The investigator immediately stepped closer.
“Yes,” he said.
“Where are you?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Why?”
“Because Ryan knows I was supposed to meet Kate.”
Kate leaned toward the phone.
“Daniel, what is happening?”
There was a pause.
“Kate?”
“Yes.”
“Is Paige safe?”
“She’s in the hospital.”
Silence.
Then Daniel whispered:
“Oh God.”
“She has a broken leg,” Kate said. “And an older rib fracture.”
Another silence.
“Daniel?”
“I told you to get her out.”
“What did you know?”
“I knew enough to be scared.”
“Then why didn’t you call the police?”
“Because I didn’t have proof.”
“You said you had proof.”
“I do now.”
Ramirez spoke.
“Daniel, this is Investigator Ramirez. I need you to tell me where you are.”
“No.”
“Your cooperation could be important to Paige’s safety.”
“I’ll cooperate. But not over the phone.”
“Then tell me where we can meet you.”
Daniel hesitated.
“There’s something Kate needs to understand first.”
Kate gripped my arm tighter.
“What?”
“Ryan knows about the paternity question.”
Her face fell.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Because he confronted me months ago.”
“What did he say?”
“That Paige wasn’t mine.”
Daniel’s voice cracked.
“And then he said something I didn’t understand until recently.”
“What?”
“He said it didn’t matter who her father was because Paige was his property.”
Kate closed her eyes.
Ramirez remained expressionless, listening.
Daniel continued.
“I started watching him more closely after that.”
“What did you find?”
“Money.”
“What money?”
“Payments.”
My stomach tightened.
“Payments to whom?”
“Lauren.”
Kate opened her eyes.
“What?”
“Ryan has been sending Lauren money for months.”
“How much?”
“Thousands.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then how do you know?”
“Because Ryan and I still have access to one old business account he forgot about. He used it twice.”
Ramirez immediately asked:
“Can you provide records?”
“Yes.”
“Do that.”
“I will.”
“Daniel, where are you?”
Another pause.
“I’m close.”
“How close?”
“Close enough that I saw Ryan’s car leave the hospital parking lot ten minutes ago.”
Every person in the hallway went still.
I looked toward the interview-room door.
“Ryan is here.”
Ramirez’s expression changed.
She turned immediately toward security.
“Check the room.”
One officer hurried down the hallway.
Seconds later, he returned.
“He’s gone.”
“How?”
“Back exit. We had a shift change.”
Kate made a strangled sound.
My blood turned cold.
Ryan had left.
And none of us had noticed.
Ramirez started issuing instructions.
Security locked down the pediatric corridor.
Another officer called hospital security control.
Kate stood frozen.
Then Daniel spoke through the phone again.
“Listen to me.”
We did.
“He isn’t going home.”
“How do you know?”
“Because there’s nothing left there for him.”
“What does that mean?”
“I went inside their house this morning.”
Kate stared at the phone.
“You WHAT?”
“I needed the files.”
“What files?”
“Ryan keeps a lockbox in the basement.”
I remembered their basement.
I’d been down there dozens of times.
Christmas decorations.
Tools.
An old treadmill.
“What was inside?”
Daniel’s voice lowered.
“Documents.”
“What kind?”
“Medical documents.”
Kate looked toward Paige’s trauma room.
“For Paige?”
“No.”
That answer confused everyone.
“Then whose?”
Daniel took a breath.
“Lauren’s.”
The hallway went silent again.
“What medical documents?”
“I didn’t understand all of them. But there were lab reports. Employment records. Copies of patient files.”
Ramirez stepped closer to the phone.
“Daniel, you need to bring those documents to law enforcement immediately.”
“I will.”
“Where are they now?”
“With me.”
“And where are you?”
“I’m heading to the police station.”
Then he added:
“But there’s one thing you need to know before Ryan finds Lauren.”
Kate whispered:
“What?”
“The payments weren’t from Ryan to Lauren.”
My heart stopped.
“What?”
“I read the account backward the first time.”
Daniel’s voice became quieter.
“Lauren was paying Ryan.”
Nobody spoke.
Kate looked like she might collapse.
“Why would she pay my husband?”
“I don’t know.”
“But there’s something else.”
Of course there was.
There was always something else.
Daniel continued:
“One payment happened the day after Paige was born.”
Kate stopped breathing.
“Another happened when Paige was two months old.”
The approximate age of the healing rib fracture.
“And another?”
Daniel hesitated.
“Thursday morning.”
The same day Paige’s leg had been injured.
My stomach twisted.
Ramirez asked:
“How much?”
“Five thousand dollars.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know.”
A hospital security officer suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.
“Investigator.”
Ramirez turned.
“We found Mr. Bennett’s vehicle.”
Kate looked up.
“Where?”
“Still in the parking garage.”
My heart began pounding.
“If his car is still here, how did Daniel see him leave?”
The officer shook his head.
“He didn’t leave in his vehicle.”
Daniel heard us through the phone.
“I saw him.”
“What was he driving?”
“He wasn’t driving.”
“What?”
“He got into another car.”
“What car?”
Daniel paused.
“A white SUV.”
Kate made a sound beside me.
“What?”
I turned toward her.
She looked terrified again.
“Lauren drives a white SUV.”
Ramirez was already moving.
“Get the plate information.”
Kate grabbed my hand.
“Ryan found her.”
Then my phone buzzed while Daniel was still connected.
Another text.
Another unknown number.
This time there was no photograph of Paige.
It was a photograph of Ryan.
He was sitting in the passenger seat of a white SUV.
The image had apparently been taken only moments earlier.
Below it was a message:
HE KNOWS DANIEL TOOK THE BOX.
My mouth went dry.
A second message appeared.
HE THINKS KATE HAS THE OTHER ONE.
Kate stared at the screen.
“The other what?”
I looked at her.
“You tell me.”
“I don’t know.”
Then a third message arrived.
ASK KATE ABOUT THE STORAGE UNIT.
Kate went completely still.
I felt my heart sink.
“You know what that means.”
She didn’t answer.
“Kate.”
Tears filled her eyes.
“I was hoping nobody would find out.”
“Find out what?”
She looked toward the investigator.
Then toward the room where Paige lay.
And finally back at me.
“Three months ago, I found a key in Ryan’s coat.”
“What kind of key?”
“A storage key.”
“Did you go there?”
“Yes.”
“What did you find?”
Kate’s voice dropped to a whisper.
“Boxes.”
“What was in them?”
“Baby things.”
I stared at her.
“Paige’s?”
“No.”
“Then whose?”
Kate shook her head.
“I don’t know.”
My skin prickled.
“There were clothes,” she continued. “Bottles. Blankets. Hospital bracelets.”
Ramirez stepped closer.
“Hospital bracelets belonging to whom?”
“I only read one.”
“What name?”
Kate looked at me.
“It wasn’t Paige.”
“Whose was it?”
Before she could answer, Daniel suddenly shouted through the phone.
“WAIT.”
A horn blasted in the background.
Then tires screeched.
“Daniel?” Kate screamed.
His breathing became frantic.
“They found me.”
Ramirez grabbed the phone from my hand.
“Daniel, where are you?”
“I’m on Jefferson near—”
A tremendous crash exploded through the speaker.
Kate screamed.
The line filled with static.
Then silence.
“DANIEL!”
Nothing.
Ramirez immediately called emergency dispatch from her own phone.
I stared at mine.
Daniel’s call had disconnected.
Kate was sobbing.
Then, impossibly, another message appeared.
This one contained only an address.
Beneath it:
STORAGE UNIT 314.
And one final sentence:
IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY PAIGE WAS HURT, OPEN THE RED BOX.
I looked at Kate.
She looked at me.
Neither of us spoke.
Because whatever was inside that storage unit had frightened someone enough to hide it.
Someone enough to monitor us.
Someone enough to access Paige’s medical records.
And perhaps someone enough to hurt a six-month-old child to keep it buried.
But the investigator had already noticed something I hadn’t.
She enlarged the photograph attached to the first anonymous message—the picture of Paige asleep in her crib.
“Ally,” she said.
“What?”
“Look at the mirror behind the crib.”
I zoomed in.
At first, all I saw was darkness.
Then I saw a reflection.
A person holding the phone that had taken the photograph.
My breath stopped.
It wasn’t Ryan.
It wasn’t Lauren.
And it wasn’t Kate.
Kate stared at the tiny reflected face.
Then she whispered a name I had never heard before.
“Rebecca.”
I looked at her.
“Who is Rebecca?”
Kate began trembling.
And her answer changed the entire investigation.
“Ryan’s first wife.”
I stared at her.
“Ryan was married before you?”
Kate nodded.
But that wasn’t the secret that terrified her.
She looked toward Paige’s hospital room and whispered:
“He told me Rebecca died eight years ago.”
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 5…
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