“I need to focus on finding Emily,” he said.
“Of course.”
Something in her tone tightened.
“But Mark, before you spiral, remember that Emily has always been emotional. Pregnancy probably made everything feel more dramatic. Once she calms down—”
“Don’t.”
The word came out quietly.
Madison stopped.
“Don’t talk about my wife like that.”
Another pause.
“I thought you said you were unhappy.”
“I was selfish.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“No,” he said. “It’s not.”
Madison inhaled sharply.
“You turned your phone off too, Mark. Don’t make this all about me.”
“I’m not.”
But even as he said it, he realized how often he had done exactly that—made things about Madison because it was easier than looking directly at himself.
Madison’s voice softened again.
“We both made choices.”
Mark looked at the three cribs.
“No. I made mine.”
He ended the call.
The next morning, Mark called every person Emily might have gone to.
Her college roommate, Claire, gave him nothing.
Her cousin in Vermont said, “She’s safe,” and hung up.
Her old supervisor at the nonprofit said Emily had requested extended leave months earlier and had “prepared for more than you knew.”
That phrase followed him all morning.
Prepared for more than you knew.
By noon, he was sitting across from a family attorney named Peter Ellison, a measured man with wire-rimmed glasses and a talent for silence.
Mark explained the hospital confusion, the discharge, the babies, the lack of information. He did not mention Madison at first.
Peter listened without interruption.
When Mark finished, the attorney folded his hands.
“Your wife has not broken the law by leaving the hospital with the children under medical guidance, provided there are no custody orders in place.”
“So what can I do?”
“You can petition for shared custody or visitation once the children’s medical status is clear. But the court will consider the circumstances.”
“What circumstances?”
Peter looked at him over his glasses.
“The fact that you were unreachable during a life-threatening delivery.”
Mark’s mouth tightened.
“I made a mistake.”
“The court will hear that. The question is whether your wife has documentation showing a pattern.”
Mark thought of the notebook.
The appointments he had missed.
The texts he had dismissed.
The way he had said, I can’t drop everything every time you’re scared.
Peter continued, “Does she?”
