Chapter 4: Cutting the Cord
Chapter 4: Cutting the Cord
The ER doctor told me Sophie was incredibly lucky. She had a mild concussion and needed eight stitches along her hairline, but there was no permanent brain damage.
It was 3:00 AM when she finally fell asleep in the sterile hospital room, a thick white bandage wrapped around her head. I sat in the plastic chair beside her bed, watching her chest rise and fall.
The door creaked open.
My parents stood in the doorway. They looked exhausted, their expensive formal wear wrinkled and defeated. My father walked in first, holding a checkbook.
"Evelyn," he started, his voice strained. "Preston is in a holding cell. They denied bail because it’s a felony child abuse charge. We need you to call the DA. Tell them you're dropping the charges. Tell them it was a misunderstanding."
My mother stepped forward, her eyes pleading. "We’ll pay for all her medical bills. We’ll buy her a pony. We'll set up a trust fund. Just please, Evelyn. He's your brother. He's family."
I stood up slowly, making sure I kept my voice to a whisper so I wouldn't wake my daughter.
"You are not my family," I said. "A family protects its children. You protected a monster."
"He just lost his temper!" my mother cried quietly.
"He framed an eight-year-old so he could play the victim, and then he split her head open when I didn't back down," I replied, ice in my veins. "He is going to prison. And if either of you ever come near me or my daughter again, I will file a restraining order so fast it will make your heads spin."
My father puffed out his chest. "If you do this, you are cut off, Evelyn. Completely. You're out of the will. You'll get nothing."
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I looked at the two people I had spent my whole life trying to impress, realizing I didn't need a single thing from them.
"Keep your money," I said, pointing to the door. "Get out of my daughter's room."
