PART 2:
The line stayed open.
That was what Owen did not know.
The dispatcher heard enough.
The paramedics arrived first. Then firefighters. Then police. The front door was forced open, and the quiet, expensive house filled with voices, lights, and urgency.
Natalie remembered very little after that.
She remembered someone saying, “We’ve got her.”
She remembered a paramedic taking her hand.
She remembered whispering, “My baby?”
And she remembered the answer.
“We’re going to take care of both of you.”
Two Days Later
Owen did not come home that night.
He did not come home the next morning either.
He stayed at the lake resort where Gloria’s birthday celebration had continued into the weekend. He ignored unknown calls. He ignored messages from the hospital. He told himself Natalie had probably overreacted and was punishing him with silence.
Two days later, Owen and Gloria returned to the house carrying a white cake box with leftover slices inside.
Gloria was laughing when they stepped onto the porch.
“She’ll be waiting with that wounded expression,” she said. “Don’t let her make you feel guilty.”
Owen unlocked the door.
Then he stopped smiling.
The house was not peaceful. The front door frame was broken. Police tape marked the entryway. A notice from the court was taped where a welcome wreath used to hang.
Owen stepped back.
“What is this?”
A police officer came from the driveway.
“Owen Harlan?”
Gloria lifted her chin.
“Who are you, and why are you standing outside my son’s house?”
The officer did not look impressed.
“Mr. Harlan, you need to come with us.”
Owen’s face went pale.
“Where is my wife?”
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