Panicking, I looked around. Then I saw the sign on the door: St. Mary’s Hospital.
I looked out the window. It was pitch black night, but I could recognize Broadway Avenue.
I hadn’t been trafficked overseas. Relief washed over me—but fear for Lily returned immediately.
Before I could reach for my phone, I heard whispers from the next room.
“Daddy, how was my acting? I tricked Mommy, didn’t I? I was awesome, right?”
“Perfect.”
“But Daddy, Mommy’s leg was amputated. How could you bear that? She’s basically disabled now. Just because she put a GPS tracker in your scooter and discovered your movements, you had her beaten like that? How will she live from now on?”
To my shock, it was Daniel’s voice.
“Lily, you don’t understand. I had no choice. If she exposed my GPS history, both Isabella and I would be ruined. We have reputations, families. She insisted on divorce, forcing me to go to Family Court tomorrow morning. If she exposed me, I’d be humiliated. What choice did I have? I could only ask you to help me.”
“And besides, poor Isabella. She’s been abused for so long and has wanted a divorce. Isn’t it normal for me to comfort her, fix her pipes here and there? Sophia has no empathy.”