PART 6 – The Questions I Had Been Afraid to Ask Finally Became More Important Than the Answers Lauren Wanted Everyone to Believe

The hospital hallway seemed to get quieter as the evening continued.

I stayed near the examination room.

I kept my phone in my hand.

I wasn't checking messages.

I was simply holding it because I didn't know what else to do.

The last time I had used it, I had called for an ambulance and a police officer.

That decision had changed the entire evening.

I thought about the months before that Sunday.

I remembered Tommy sitting in my car with his hands near his mouth.

I remembered asking him why he had stopped singing.

I remembered his answer.

Nothing much.

I had accepted it.

I remembered the Mondays when he asked to stay with me.

I had explained the custody arrangement again and again.

I thought keeping the peace between his parents would make things easier for him.

Looking back, I understood how little that helped when he was frightened.

I also remembered Lauren's words at school meetings.

She always spoke as though she understood Tommy better than anyone.

She called him sensitive.

She described his behavior as attention-seeking.

She made everything sound ordinary.

And I had allowed those explanations to make me question my own judgment.

That was difficult to admit.

I had wanted to be fair to her.

I had wanted to avoid making accusations without proof.

But fairness should never have meant ignoring my child's distress.

A nurse passed me.

I asked whether I could see Tommy.

She explained that the examination was still underway.

I nodded.

I didn't argue.

I understood that there were procedures.

The social worker had already explained that they needed to protect him properly.

I wanted to cooperate.

I wanted to make sure Tommy wasn't questioned repeatedly or made to feel responsible for what the adults were doing.

I looked toward Lauren.

She was still waiting.

She seemed impatient.

I wondered whether she understood what Tommy had been experiencing before he arrived at my house.

I wondered whether she had noticed his pain.

I wondered why she hadn't stayed.

Those questions kept returning.

I didn't ask them.

Not yet.

I had learned that conversations with Lauren could quickly become arguments about everything except Tommy.

I didn't want that.

I wanted the medical staff to do their work.

I wanted the officer to listen.

And I wanted my son to know that he could tell the truth without losing his father.

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