Chương 5
When they arrived home, Margaret was waiting.
One look at their faces told her something had happened.
“What did the doctor say?”
Emma walked inside slowly.
“Lily is fine.”
Margaret immediately relaxed.
“Thank goodness.”
Daniel closed the door behind them.
“But someone changed her records.”
Margaret’s expression changed.
“What?”
Emma handed her the paperwork.
Margaret read it carefully.
“Who would do this?”
Nobody answered.
That night, the apartment felt different.
The same walls.
The same furniture.
The same quiet sounds.
But now there was a question hanging over everything.
Who had been watching them?
Who had known enough to interfere?
Daniel sat at the kitchen table looking through old messages on his phone.
Emma sat across from him holding Lily.
“What are you looking for?”
“Anything unusual.”
Emma looked down.
“Daniel.”
He looked up.
“What?”
“You don’t have to fix everything tonight.”
He looked at her.
“I should have tried to fix things before.”
The words surprised her.
He continued.
“If I had listened to you earlier, maybe we would have noticed something was wrong.”
Emma wanted to argue.
She wanted to tell him that the past was not only his fault.
But she stopped.
Because she knew he was carrying his own regret.
“I was angry too,” she admitted.
Daniel looked at her.
“I shut you out.”
“You were scared.”
“So were you.”
They sat quietly.
For the first time, they were not fighting about who had suffered more.
They were trying to understand how they both ended up there.
The next morning, Daniel made a call to the hospital.
He requested every available detail about the paperwork issue.
Emma watched him from the doorway.
He was patient.
Calm.
Focused.
A version of Daniel she had almost forgotten existed.
After several calls, he ended the conversation and placed the phone down.
“They found something.”
Emma immediately became tense.
“What?”
“There was a system login used to access the file.”
“Whose?”
Daniel looked at the screen.
“A temporary hospital account.”
Emma frowned.
“Temporary?”
“Yes.”
He looked concerned.
“Someone created access using a visitor authorization.”
Margaret, who was preparing coffee nearby, turned around.
“Visitors need identification.”
Daniel nodded.
“They do.”
“Then who signed in?”
Daniel looked at the information again.
“That’s the problem.”
“What problem?”
“The name on the record does not exist.”
Silence filled the kitchen.
Emma held Lily closer.
Someone had not only changed the records.
They had planned it.
A few hours later, they returned to the hospital.
This time, they were not patients.
They were searching for answers.
The hospital administrator met them in a small office.
She looked uncomfortable.
“I understand why you’re upset.”
Daniel leaned forward.
“We need to know who accessed our daughter’s information.”
The administrator nodded.
“We are investigating.”
Emma’s voice became quiet.
“But someone already hurt us.”
The administrator looked at her.
“I understand.”
“No.”
Emma shook her head.
“I don’t think you do.”
The administrator became silent.
Emma looked at Lily.
“For weeks, I thought I was alone.”
Her voice trembled.
“I thought the person who was supposed to protect us had abandoned us.”
Daniel lowered his eyes.
“And now we find out someone was creating reasons for us not to trust each other.”
The administrator looked at both of them.
“I promise we will find out what happened.”
Daniel thanked her, but Emma could see he was not satisfied.
Outside the office, Daniel stopped walking.
“I need to tell you something.”
Emma looked at him.
“What?”
He hesitated.
“When we were separated, someone contacted me.”
Her expression changed.
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
The answer immediately worried her.
“What did they say?”
Daniel looked uncomfortable.
“They told me you were planning to leave with the baby.”
Emma froze.
“What?”
“I thought it was you sending a message through someone else.”
Emma stared at him.
“I never said that.”
“I know.”
“When did this happen?”
Daniel looked away.
“Two weeks before Lily was born.”
Emma’s face changed.
That was the exact time everything between them started falling apart.
“What else did they say?”
Daniel swallowed.
“They said you didn’t want me involved.”
Emma looked hurt.
“And you believed them?”
Daniel closed his eyes.
“Yes.”
The answer was painful.
“But I was wrong.”
Emma looked away.
The pieces were starting to connect.
Someone had not just changed medical records.
Someone had been slowly breaking their relationship before Lily was even born.
Someone wanted them separated.
That evening, Margaret found something while helping Emma organize old belongings.
A small envelope hidden behind a drawer.
“Emma?”
Emma walked over.
“What is it?”
Margaret handed it to her.
Emma immediately recognized the handwriting.
Her heart stopped.
Daniel noticed.
“Who wrote that?”
Emma stared at the envelope.
“I don’t know.”
She opened it carefully.
Inside was a photograph.
A photograph of Emma during her pregnancy.
Taken from outside her apartment window.
Her face went pale.
Daniel took the picture.
His expression changed instantly.
“This was taken by someone watching you.”
Emma felt a chill.
On the back of the photograph were five handwritten words.
You should have listened to me.
Nobody spoke.
Lily began crying softly from her crib.
Emma immediately moved toward her.
Daniel followed.
But his eyes remained on the photograph.
Because he recognized the handwriting.
And the person who wrote those words was someone they both knew.
Daniel stared at the handwriting on the back of the photograph.
His face had lost all color.
Emma noticed immediately.
“Daniel.”
Her voice was quiet but urgent.
“Who is it?”
He did not answer.
The silence frightened her more than the photograph.
“Daniel, tell me.”
He placed the picture on the table carefully, as if touching it too hard would make the truth real.
“I’ve seen this handwriting before.”
Emma looked at him.
“Where?”
Daniel looked toward the hallway.
Toward the room where Lily was sleeping.
Then he looked back at Emma.
“On the messages I received.”
Her heart sank.
“The messages that told you I wanted to leave?”
He nodded slowly.
“Yes.”
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Margaret stepped closer.
“Who sent them?”
