The next day, Ryan said he was taking Avery out for supplies. Minutes after they left, her school called about unexplained absences—days I’d watched her leave with Ryan. That was enough. I grabbed my keys and followed them.
They didn’t drive to a store. They drove to the hospital.
I watched them buy flowers and go inside. I followed, kept my distance, and saw them enter a room on the third floor. When they left, Avery was crying. I tried to go in, but a nurse stopped me.
The following day, they went again. This time, I didn’t wait.

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