part 2
PART 2
Liam had treated gunshot wounds, cardiac arrests, and drunk-driving wrecks without losing his composure.
But when he lifted the blanket and saw the rest of the bruises on Emma’s body, he had to step back for one full second just to breathe.
There were deep purple marks blooming along both thighs.
Yellowing bruises on her knees.
Old finger marks on her wrists beneath fresh swelling.
A cracked rib showed on the first scan.
The X-ray tech quietly asked if she should bring in a second attending.
Liam answered without looking away from the monitor.
“No.”
“Bring in the forensic nurse.”
Emma turned her face toward the wall while photographs were taken.
She apologized twice.
The second apology nearly broke him.
“You do not apologize for this,” Liam said softly.
“You did nothing wrong.”
She let out a sound that was not quite a sob and not quite a laugh.
“That’s what you always used to say,” she whispered.
“After I fell out of trees.”
“After I got hurt.”
“You’d tell me I wasn’t in trouble.”
Liam swallowed hard.
He had not heard that version of her voice in seven years.
After their parents died, he had practically raised her.
He was twelve years older and already halfway through pre-med when she started college.
He had paid rent late more than once so Emma could have books.
She used to bring him cheap coffee during night shifts and tell every nurse on the floor that her brother was the smartest man alive.
Then Ethan appeared.
Charming.
Clean-cut.
Wealthy.
Polite.
The kind of man who knew exactly how to shake a hand and lie with warm eyes.
At first, Liam had only sensed something off.
Then Emma stopped answering every call.
Then she canceled dinner.
Then she said Ethan thought Liam was too involved in her life.
Then she vanished into a penthouse, a marriage, and silence.
Now she was back under fluorescent lights with bruises on bones he had once taught her to name.
Detective Nora Hale arrived while the forensic nurse was finishing.
She was in her forties, sharp-eyed, calm, and impossible to intimidate.
She took one look at Emma’s chart, then at the marks around her throat, and her jaw hardened.
“I’d like a statement when she’s ready,” Nora said.
Emma hesitated.
Her fingers worried the edge of the sheet.
“He’ll get out,” she whispered.
“He always does.”
“He knows judges.”
“He knows bankers.”
“He knows how to sound sorry.”
Nora pulled a chair beside the bed and sat instead of standing over her.
“That may be true,” she said.
“But tonight he also knows two things.”
“He knows a chief doctor recognized assault when he saw it.”
“And he knows I do not care who he golfs with.”
That finally got the smallest breath of a smile out of Emma.
Liam stayed during the statement.
Not because he wanted to push her.
Because every time the corridor doors opened, Emma flinched.
She spoke in fragments at first.
The shower was the story Ethan had chosen on the drive over.
He had grabbed her by the throat in the bedroom.
She had hit the dresser.
He had kicked the bathroom door open afterward and turned on the shower to make the lie look real.
When she tried to call 911, he took her phone.
“Why?” Nora asked gently.
Emma closed her eyes.
“Because I asked where our money was.”
“Because I found transfers.”
“Because he said what’s mine is his.”
“Because I stopped agreeing.”
Nora wrote every word.
When she finished, Liam thought the worst part was over.
Then Officer Martinez appeared in the doorway with a sealed evidence bag.
“We recovered her purse from the husband’s car,” he said.
“There’s something in it you both should probably see.”
Inside the bag was Emma’s old phone.
The screen was cracked.
The battery nearly dead.
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