“She took it… two months ago… said it was dangerous for the baby… I could only use it when she said…”
One officer turned sharply to Ashley.
“Where is her phone?”
Ashley didn’t answer.
The other officer opened her bag.
Inside—
Lily’s phone.
My credit cards.
Receipts.
Jewelry.
And a small bottle of white pills.
The paramedic took it immediately.
“This needs testing.”
My legs nearly gave out.
“Were you giving her something?”
Ashley stayed silent.
Lily spoke, her voice distant.
“At night… she put drops in my milk… said they were vitamins… I’d wake up late… dizzy… sometimes I couldn’t remember anything…”
The room fell into a silence so heavy it felt suffocating.
Not suspicion anymore.
Proof.
They handcuffed Ashley on the spot.
She screamed.
Insulted.
Spat venom.
And just before they took her out, she turned toward Lily and hissed:
“You didn’t win. He left you alone once—he’ll do it again. Men like him always choose work.”
Rage flooded me.
But then Lily grabbed my wrist, her grip desperate.
“Don’t leave…”
And that was it.
Nothing else mattered.
At the hospital, they told us the baby was fine.
I broke down.
The baby was safe.
Lily wasn’t.