Chapter 9: The Doctor Who Knew Too Much
The knock came again.
Three slow taps against the front door.
Everyone in the room froze.
Mia was still in my arms.
Her small body was warm against mine, but I felt ice moving through my veins.
Because I knew.
Someone had been watching.
Someone knew Daniel had contacted me.
Someone knew I was finally getting close to the truth.
Jackson looked toward the door.
“Don’t open it.””
For once, I didn’t argue.
I carried Mia back toward her bedroom.
“Stay here,” I whispered.
Her eyes widened.
“Mommy?””
“I’m right outside.””
“But Rosie—”
She held up the doll.
I smiled softly.
“Keep Rosie safe for me.””
She nodded.
I tucked the blanket around her and kissed her forehead.
Then I returned to the hallway.
Jackson was standing beside the door, staring at the window.
“Can you see who it is?””
He shook his head.
“No.””
Another knock.
This time louder.
“Emily?””
My blood turned cold.
Because I knew that voice.
Not personally.
But from years of appointments, paperwork, and conversations.
Dr. Aaron Mitchell.
The doctor who delivered Mia.
The man who had held my daughter before I did.
I looked at Jackson.
“How does he know where I live?””
He didn’t answer.
That was enough.
I opened the door.
But I didn’t unlock the chain.
Dr. Mitchell stood outside.
He looked older than I remembered.
His hair had more gray.
His face looked tired.
But his eyes were the same.
Calm.
Controlled.
The same eyes that had looked at me the night Mia was born and told me everything was fine.
“Emily.””
I didn’t move.
“What are you doing here?””
His eyes moved past me.
To Jackson.
Then back to me.
“I need to talk to you.””
“About what?””
He swallowed.
“About Claire.””
My hand tightened around the door.
“How do you know Claire?””
His expression changed.
Not surprise.
Fear.
“I knew her.””
“You knew her?””
“Yes.””
“How?””
“Emily…”
“No.””
My voice sharpened.
“You don’t get to show up at my house years later and say my sister’s name like you’re doing me a favor.””
He looked down.
“I’m sorry.””
That apology bothered me.
Because people only apologized when they knew they were guilty of something.
“What did you do?””
His face went pale.
“I didn’t hurt Claire.””
I stared at him.
“I didn’t say you did.””
The silence between us was immediate.
He realized his mistake.
So did I.
Jackson stepped forward.
“What did you mean by that?””
Dr. Mitchell looked at him.
Then at me.
“You found the documents.””
My stomach dropped.
“How do you know?””
He didn’t answer.
“How do you know about the documents?””
His shoulders lowered.
“Because I signed them.””
The hallway seemed to disappear.
“You what?””
Dr. Mitchell closed his eyes.
“I was pressured.””
“By who?””
He looked toward the street.
“Lorraine.””
I felt my hands shake.
“Explain.””
He took a breath.
“Your mother-in-law came to me before Mia was born.””
My heart pounded.
“She wanted information.””
“What information?””
“About your pregnancy.””
I stared at him.
“Why?””
“She said she was concerned about you.””
I almost laughed.
The same words.
Always the same words.
Concerned.
Worried.
Helping.
“She told me you were struggling emotionally.””
“That’s a lie.””
“I know that now.””
“Now?””
He looked ashamed.
“At the time, I believed her.””
Jackson stepped closer.
“You helped her.””
Dr. Mitchell nodded slightly.
“I made mistakes.””
“Mistakes?””
Jackson’s voice rose.
“You helped someone create a plan to take a child from her mother.””
Dr. Mitchell looked at the floor.
“Yes.””
The honesty was worse than denial.
“Why?””
“Because Lorraine showed me things.””
“What things?””
“She showed me messages.””
“From who?””
He hesitated.
“From you.””
I froze.
“What?””
“She showed me conversations that made it look like you were unstable.””
“That’s impossible.””
“I know.””
He looked at me.
“Because I later discovered they were edited.””
A cold feeling moved through me.
Lorraine.
Manipulating everything.
Creating evidence.
Changing reality.
Making people doubt me.
“How did Claire find out?””
Dr. Mitchell looked toward the dark street.
“She contacted me.””
“When?””
“Months after Mia was born.””
My breath caught.
“She knew?””
“She suspected.””
“What did she ask you?””
He looked at me.
“She asked if I had ever signed documents involving your daughter.””
Silence.
“And what did you say?””
“The truth.””
“That you did?””
“Yes.””
I closed my eyes.
My sister had been fighting for me.
While I was ignoring her.
While I believed everyone else.
“What happened after that?””
Dr. Mitchell’s voice became quieter.
“Claire wanted copies.””
“Did you give them to her?””
“Yes.””
“Then why didn’t she tell me?””
“Because she discovered something else.””
“What?””
He looked at Jackson.
Then back at me.
“Your husband’s name.””
Jackson immediately stepped forward.
“I didn’t sign anything.””
Dr. Mitchell nodded.
“I know.””
The room went silent.
“What?””
“The signature was created from another document.””
Jackson stared.
“What document?””
Dr. Mitchell looked uncomfortable.
“A medical consent form.””
My stomach dropped.
“Mia’s birth records.””
I felt sick.
“When?””
“The night she was born.””
Everything suddenly connected.
The exhausted mother.
The paperwork.
The signatures.
The people standing around me while I was too tired to understand what I was signing.
“Lorraine used my hospital records?””
“Yes.””
“To create the custody agreement?””
“Yes.””
Jackson looked horrified.
“And Claire?””
Dr. Mitchell’s face changed.
“She found proof.””
“Proof of what?””
“That Lorraine had been planning this before Mia was born.””
I swallowed.
“How long?””
“Months.””
The answer hurt.
Months.
Before my daughter entered the world.
Before I held her.
Before I knew what I would do to protect her.
Lorraine had already been planning how to take her.
“Why didn’t Claire tell me?””
Dr. Mitchell looked down.
“She tried.””
My eyes filled.
“I know.””
“She was going to meet you the night she died.””
The room went silent.
“She had everything.””
“What happened?””
Dr. Mitchell hesitated.
Then he reached into his coat.
He pulled out a small envelope.
“She gave this to me.””
My heart stopped.
“Why?””
“She said if anything happened to her, I needed to make sure you got it.””
I reached for it.
But before I could touch it, he pulled back.
“Emily.””
“What?””
“There’s something you need to know first.””
“What?””
“Claire didn’t die in an accident.””
The words landed like a physical blow.
Jackson stepped back.
“What are you saying?””
Dr. Mitchell’s eyes filled with regret.
“I’m saying the report was changed.””
My breathing stopped.
“Changed by who?””
He looked at me.
And I already knew.
But I needed him to say it.
“Who changed it?””
Dr. Mitchell whispered:
“Someone who had access to the hospital records.””
My blood ran cold.
“The same person who helped Lorraine.””
“Yes.””
“Who?””
He handed me the envelope.
Then he said:
“Your sister found out the truth.””
A pause.
“And the last person she called before she died…”
He looked at Jackson.
“Was you.””
Jackson went completely still.
“That’s impossible.””
Dr. Mitchell shook his head.
“No.””
He looked at me.
“It happened.””
I looked at my husband.
At the man who had hidden pieces of the truth for four years.
At the man Claire had warned me about.
“Jackson…”
He looked terrified.
“I can explain.””
The words made my heart sink.
Because innocent people usually said one thing first.
*I didn’t do it.*
But Jackson didn’t.
He said:
“I can explain.””
And that was when I knew there was one final secret left.
One final piece Claire had died trying to reveal.
The truth about what happened during that phone call.
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The truth about why Jackson never told me.
And the truth about why Lorraine had been so afraid of my sister.
