The words hung in the air, almost visible in their weight. Mom’s smile faltered, confusion clouding her eyes. “What are you talking about, dear? What happened to Suzie?”I thrust the note toward her, the paper trembling in my hand as much as my voice. “Read it. She left it at the hospital.”Her eyes scanned the note, her expression shifting from confusion to shock. “I don’t understand,” she murmured, looking up at me. “I haven’t done anything to Suzie.”
“She wouldn’t just leave,” I insisted, feeling desperate. “Especially not without saying anything to me. And why would she mention you?”Mom took a deep breath, the casserole now forgotten at her feet. “Let’s go inside. We need to figure this out.”Inside, I placed our daughters in the bassinet, their tiny hands oblivious to the turmoil unfolding around them. The sight of their serene faces brought a brief moment of calm, but it was quickly overshadowed by the churning storm of uncertainty.
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