Chapter 7 - THE CHILD WHO REMEMBERED THE NIGHT OF THE CRASH
The hospital confirmed that Sophie had ingested a dangerous dose of clonazepam.
The amount was far above anything prescribed to a child.
Celeste claimed she had followed instructions left by Dr. Carrow.
Dr. Carrow denied prescribing the medication.
Both hired attorneys before sunrise.
Adrian remained beside Sophie’s hospital bed.
For the first time since Elena had arrived, he looked exhausted rather than powerful.
Sophie woke shortly after dawn.
She saw Adrian first.
“Daddy?”
He leaned closer.
“I’m here.”
Her gaze moved to Elena.
“You stayed.”
“I promised.”
Sophie reached for her hand.
Adrian watched without resentment.
“What do you remember?” Elena asked.
“Celeste brought warm milk.”
“Did you see her put anything in it?”
Sophie shook her head.
“She said it would stop the memories.”
Adrian’s face tightened.
“What memories?”
Sophie looked toward the hospital door.
“The road.”
Adrian sat very still.
“The night your mother died?”
Sophie nodded.
“I remember the rain.”
“You were three.”
“I remember.”
Adrian glanced at Elena.
She waited.
Children often remembered fragments adults dismissed because the sequence seemed impossible.
“What happened on the road?” Elena asked gently.
“Mommy was driving.”
Adrian frowned.
“The police report said the driver lost control.”
“There was another car.”
“What car?”
“A black one.”
Sophie squeezed Elena’s hand.
“It came close. Mommy got scared. She called someone.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
“What did she say?”
Sophie closed her eyes.
“She said, ‘You were supposed to protect us.’”
Adrian’s face went pale.
“Then what?”
“The black car hit us.”
The room became silent.
The official report had described a single-vehicle accident.
No second car.
No collision marks.
No witnesses.
Sophie began breathing faster.
Elena rubbed her hand.
“You can stop.”
“No. I need to tell.”
Her eyes opened.
“Mommy drove toward the trees. Then she gave me her necklace.”
“The locket?”
Sophie nodded.
“She told me to hide.”
“In the car?”
“No.”
Adrian leaned forward.
“What do you mean?”
Sophie looked at him.
“We got out.”
Adrian froze.
“That’s impossible.”
“Elena,” Sophie whispered, “he doesn’t believe me again.”
“I’m listening,” Elena said. “Tell me where you went.”
“To the old house.”
“Blackwood?”
Sophie nodded.
“Mommy took me down the stairs. There was a room underground. A woman was waiting.”
“What woman?”
“I don’t know.”
“What happened next?”
“Mommy kissed me. She said I had to go with the woman.”
Adrian stood so quickly that his chair struck the wall.
“No. The police found you in the back seat.”
Sophie covered her ears.
Elena turned on him.
“Sit down.”
“That is not what happened.”
“You weren’t there.”
“My daughter was found inside the vehicle.”
Sophie began crying.
Elena stepped between them.
“Leave the room for five minutes.”
“This is my child.”
“And right now you are frightening her.”
Adrian stared at her.
Then he looked at Sophie.
The child had curled beneath the blanket.
He walked out.
Elena sat on the bed.
“You’re safe.”
Sophie lowered her hands.
“Celeste says the memories are dangerous.”
“Memories can feel dangerous. That does not mean they are false.”
“The woman took me back to the car.”
“Was your mother there?”
Sophie shook her head.
“I never saw her again.”
“Did you see the woman’s face?”
“She wore a red scarf.”
“Anything else?”
“A ring.”
“What kind of ring?”
“A black stone shaped like an eye.”
The hospital door opened.
Mrs. Hart stood there.
She had heard the last sentence.
A tray slipped from her hands.
Coffee shattered across the floor.
Elena looked at her.
“You recognize it.”
Mrs. Hart’s face had turned white.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The ring.”
“I have work to do.”
Elena moved toward the door.
Mrs. Hart backed away.
“Who wore it?” Elena asked.
Mrs. Hart’s eyes filled with fear.
“Some memories should remain buried.”
She left.
Elena followed her into the corridor.
“Mrs. Hart.”
The older woman entered the elevator.
Before the doors closed, she looked at Elena.
“Take the child and leave the country.”
“Why?”
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“Because Isabel did not die in that car.”
The elevator doors closed.
