Renee sat beside her.
“You’re safe now, Mrs. Vance.”
Mother looked toward the hallway.
“Are they gone?”
“They’re downstairs.”
“They’ll come back.”
“Not tonight.”
The nurse’s expression grew increasingly grim as she examined the bruises.
“These marks are in different stages of healing,” she said. “Some are at least two weeks old. The wrist injuries are consistent with restraint.”
Mother covered her face.
Renee gently lowered her hands.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
From downstairs, Chloe’s voice rose.
“You’re making a terrible mistake!”
A deputy answered sharply, ordering her to remain calm.
I stayed beside Mother until her breathing settled.
Then Renee opened the closet to find warmer clothes for her.
She paused.
“Elena?”
Something in her voice made me stand.
“What is it?”
She pointed to the back wall.
A small black device had been attached beneath the closet shelf.
At first glance, it looked like a wireless router component.
