I didn’t answer. There was no space left for resentment. Only steadiness.
Two hours later, Margaret returned. “Police are on-site. I’ve engaged a private security firm to meet them and secure the property once it’s cleared.”
Madeline looked at her. “Your firm uses Blackridge, correct?”
Margaret gave a small nod. “Yes,” she said. “And they move quickly.”
Madeline let out a slow breath, and for the first time since she had entered my hospital room, something resembling remorse surfaced in her expression.
“I can reach out to them as well,” she said carefully. “I have a direct contact.”
I studied her. “Why would you help me?”
She met my gaze without hesitation. “Because he lied to me about you. Because I watched the way he spoke to you in this room. And because if he can treat the mother of his child like that, I don’t want to find out what he’ll do to me when I become inconvenient.”
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