My sister left her baby with me. Then, at the hospital, she suddenly turned everything against me.

For several seconds, I couldn’t speak.

Kate stood just inside the emergency-room entrance, alone, staring at the investigator who had been holding my phone. Her face had gone pale, but she didn’t look at Paige first.

She looked at me.

Then at the phone.

Then at the investigator.

“Where is my daughter?” she asked.

The question should have sounded frightened. Instead, it sounded careful.

The investigator lowered my phone but didn’t hand it back.

“She’s being examined,” she said. “You need to come with us.”

Kate’s eyes flicked toward the trauma room.

“What happened?”

I stared at her.

“You know what happened.”

Her mouth tightened.

“I left Paige with you because I trusted you.”

The words hit me differently now.

Twenty minutes earlier, I had been the sister who was doing her a favor. Now I was standing under hospital lights while an investigator treated me like a suspect.

But Kate had made one mistake.

She had assumed I was too shocked to remember what happened in my own house.

“I never hurt her,” I said. “I found the bruise.”

Kate shook her head immediately.

“There was no bruise when I left.”

The investigator looked at her.

“Then why did you tell us your sister contacted you because the baby wouldn’t stop crying?”

Kate hesitated.

“Because that’s what happened.”

“No,” I said. “That isn’t what happened.”

I stepped closer, my hands still shaking from everything that had happened since I uncovered Paige’s injury.

“She told me Paige was teething. She said she had a rough night. Then she handed me Paige and told me I was the one person she trusted to make the call if the baby got too fussy.”

Kate’s expression changed for only a second.

But the investigator noticed.

“So you remember saying that?” the investigator asked.

Kate crossed her arms.

“I was exhausted. I might have said something like that.”

“You did,” I said.

Kate looked at me sharply.

“And you were alone with Paige for twenty minutes?” the investigator asked me.

“About twenty minutes before she started screaming differently.”

The doctor returned from the examination room.

She had a folder in one hand and a look on her face that made the hallway feel smaller.

“Her imaging confirms a serious fracture involving the left leg,” she said. “There is also extensive soft-tissue injury.”

Kate closed her eyes.

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