A small voice broke the silence: “Dad… my little sister won’t wake up. We’re so hungry.” Without a second thought, he grabbed them and rushed to the hospital. But what he learned there about their mother would change everything… 11

He slumped against me, the tension finally leaving his tiny frame.

Just as I let myself believe the worst was over, the charge nurse approached me. Her face was unreadable. “Mr. Mercer? Can you step out here for a moment?”

I followed her into the hallway.

“We ran a routine family notification trace,” she said softly. “Another hospital flagged the mother’s information. Your ex-wife was admitted to Nashville General very early Saturday morning.”

My blood ran cold. “Admitted? For what?”

“She was in a severe car accident,” the nurse said. “She came in as a Jane Doe. Unconscious. The man driving the vehicle fled the scene on foot before paramedics arrived.”

Chapter 4: The Weight of the Truth

I stared at the nurse, the buzzing of the fluorescent lights suddenly deafening in my ears.

A hot, ugly wave of fury washed over me first. She had abandoned our children—left a toddler and a kindergartener alone to starve—so she could go out drinking with some stranger who left her bleeding in a wrecked car. But right beneath that blinding rage was a darker, more complicated knot of horror. She hadn’t meant to disappear for days. She had been lying in a coma while her children slowly starved.

“Is she alive?” I asked, my voice entirely hollow.

“She is stable now. Multiple fractures and a severe concussion. She just regained consciousness a few hours ago.”

I turned away, scrubbing my hands brutally over my face. I walked down to the quiet end of the corridor and pulled out my phone. I dialed Avery Kline, my ruthless, brilliant family attorney.

“Avery. I need an emergency ex parte order for full custody,” I said the second she answered.

“Rowan? Slow down. What’s going on?”

“Delaney left the kids alone for days to go partying. She got in a wreck and ended up in a coma. Elsie is in the hospital on an IV. Micah thought his sister was dying. I want full custody, Avery. I want the locks changed. I want her stripped of every right she has right now.”

Avery’s voice shifted instantly to all-business. “Send me every medical record and the DCS intake file. I’ll have the motion on a judge’s desk by 8:00 AM.”

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