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Chapter 3 - The Coward’s Defense

"Get out," Ethan said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried the absolute, freezing deadness of a surgeon making a diagnosis he couldn't reverse.

My father flinched, holding up his hands in a pathetic, pleading gesture. "Ethan, please. We just... we wanted to see how Maddie and the baby were doing. It was an accident. Vivian didn't mean to—"

"An accident?" Ethan’s laugh was sharp and humorless. "She hurled boiling liquid at an eight-month pregnant woman. That isn't an accident, Hank. That's attempted murder."

Kelsey stepped forward, tossing her hair with a flash of her usual venom, though her lower lip trembled. "Oh, stop being so dramatic, Ethan! Maddie always overreacts. Mom was just stressed out because the baby shower was chaotic, and the pot slipped! You’re blowing this way out of proportion."

I pulled myself up against the pillows, ignoring the white-hot pull of my incision stitches. My voice was no longer a whisper. It was ice.

"Get out of my sight," I said, staring straight at my sister, then past her to my father. "You watched her do it, Dad. You stood by the refrigerator and watched her try to kill your grandchild over a box of diamonds. And you didn't even lift a finger."

Hank’s face crumpled. He looked down at the linoleum floor, unable to meet my eyes. "Maddie, your mother... she gets these ideas in her head, and if we don't—"

"You're done," I interrupted, cutting him off permanently. "All of you. If you ever come within five miles of this hospital, or my daughter, I will personally ensure the police throw every single one of you under the jail. Get out."

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Before Kelsey could snap back another excuse, a nurse appeared in the doorway, security guards standing quietly behind her. Vivian wasn’t with them; she was presumably waiting in the car, too cowardly—or too arrogant—to face the music yet.

My father backed out slowly, head bowed, while Kelsey shot me one last venomous glare before retreating.

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