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Chapter 5: The Snake's Venom

Chapter 5: The Snake's Venom

Two days later, Sophia was cleared to be moved into Leo’s room so they could recover together. Her bruised face was still swollen, but color had returned to her cheeks. She held Leo against her chest, watching him nurse weakly but steadily.

The peace was interrupted when the hospital room's landline phone rang. I picked it up, expecting it to be Arthur Vance.

"Lucas... you ungrateful, wretched boy," a voice hissed through the speaker. It was Eleanor, calling from the Cook County Jail's inmate communications system. She had somehow managed to use her one phone call to contact the hospital wing.

"How did you get this number, Eleanor?" I asked, my voice flat.

"Your little whore of a wife thinks she’s won, doesn't she?" Eleanor laughed, a raspy, unhinged sound. "You think you can ruin me? I’ve already spoken to the local press. I told them you used your military rank to terrorize your elderly mother and sister. I told them your wife is a drug addict who neglected the baby, and we were the ones trying to save him! The headlines will destroy your career before your next promotion board meets!"

I looked at Sophia, who had frozen at the sound of Eleanor’s muffled voice. I reached out, gently rubbing her uninjured shoulder to keep her grounded.

"Eleanor," I said calmly. "Do you know what a military forensic digital unit does?"

Silence on the other end.

"Six weeks ago, when Sophia managed to send that one desperate email to her father, my commanding officer authorized a full digital sweep of the house's smart devices. We didn't just get the nursery footage. We recovered the deleted audio files from your own cell phone, where you and Audrey joked about leaving Leo in his crib so you could go out for spa days. We have your text messages explicitly stating, 'If we keep her weak enough, she won't be able to tell Lucas about the money.'"

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The line went dead silent. The absolute certainty of her impending destruction finally pierced through her delusions of grandeur.

"Enjoy the prison food, Mother," I said, and hung up the phone.

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