Chapter 8 - THE MEDICAL COMPLICATION RECORD
The line went dead silent. On my tablet screen, I watched Vivian freeze, her head snapping toward the nursery door as the reality of my words crashed down upon her. For the first time, panic flickered across her face. She looked down at Emma, who was still on her hands and knees, and then back toward the window facing the driveway where my car was parked. “You’re... you’re lying,” Vivian stammered into the phone, her voice losing its polished veneer. “I was just helping her organize! She dropped her own pills!” “The backup cellular camera recorded the entire audio and video stream, Vivian,” I replied coldly. “Along with the doctor’s strict orders regarding her postoperative bed rest that you signed when you agreed to stay here. The police and our attorney are turning onto our street right now.” I hung up the phone without waiting for her reply.
