I asked whether she could really be held responsible for what she had said.
He answered carefully.
“What matters is what we can establish. Her statements may be relevant, but we’ll document everything and let the evidence speak for itself.”
That was not the dramatic promise I might once have wanted.
It was better.
For the first time, someone was not asking me to forgive, minimize, or explain away what had happened.
They were documenting it.
The next morning, I was told that my husband had changed his story again.
He no longer said I had simply fallen.
Now he claimed he had been trying to stop me from taking the baby away from him.
The investigator placed his phone on the table and showed me a message my husband had sent before the officers arrived.
It was only one sentence.
But it was the first thing that made me realize the case might contain more than what had happened that night.
