Chapter 2 - The Bruises Beneath Her Sleeves
The emergency room physician examined Rosie in silence.
Mark stood near the bed with dried blood on his shoulder.
Every few seconds, Rosie reached out to make sure he was still beside her.
The physician gently rolled up the sleeves of Rosie’s sweater.
More bruises appeared beneath the fabric.
Some were yellow and fading.
Others were dark and fresh.
Mark felt the room tilt beneath his feet.
“How long have those been there?”
Rosie looked down.
“Aunt Beth said bad girls hide marks.”
Mark’s jaw tightened so hard it hurt.
The physician photographed each injury.
“These did not all happen tonight.”
“I know.”
“When was she last alone with your family?”
Mark searched his memory.
“My mother watched her twice last week.”
“Was your sister there?”
“She lives with them.”
The physician nodded toward the fading bruises.
“These injuries may be several days old.”
Mark lowered his head.
He had trusted his own mother.
He had dropped Rosie off with a kiss and a small backpack.
He had thanked Diane for helping him.
Rosie touched his wrist.
“Daddy, are you mad at me?”
Mark immediately knelt beside the bed.
“No.”
“I am never mad at you for telling the truth.”
“Grandma said you would send me away.”
“I would never send you away.”
“She said Mommy went away because I cried too much.”
The air left Mark’s lungs.
Rosie’s mother, Emily, had died eighteen months earlier after a sudden brain aneurysm.
Rosie still slept with Emily’s scarf beneath her pillow.
Mark had spent months convincing his daughter that her mother’s death was not her fault.
Diane had destroyed that comfort with one cruel sentence.
A woman wearing a gray suit entered the room.
She carried a county identification badge.
“Mr. Hale?”
“Yes.”
“My name is Caroline Wells.”
“I am with Child Protective Services.”
Mark stood.
“You came quickly.”
“We received a report before the police were called.”
Mark stared at her.
“Before?”
Caroline checked her file.
“The report was submitted at six forty-two this evening.”
Mark looked at the clock.
He had walked into the dining room at seven fifteen.
“What did the report say?”
Caroline hesitated.
“It alleged that Rosie was being physically abused by her father.”
Mark slowly turned toward the hospital room door.
Someone had reported him before he arrived at the house.
Someone had known exactly what he was about to find.
Caroline continued.
“The caller claimed you have violent outbursts.”
“Did the caller give a name?”
“The report was anonymous.”
Mark thought of Bethany’s calm smile.
He remembered how she had raised her wineglass.
She had not been surprised when he saw Rosie’s injuries.
She had been waiting for his reaction.
Caroline opened her tablet.
“I have also received a video.”
She turned the screen toward him.
The video began with Mark stepping toward Bethany.
It showed him striking her.
It showed her glass falling.
It showed the relatives recoiling.
The footage ended before anyone could hear why he had struck her.
There was no image of Rosie’s bruised face.
There was no admission from Bethany.
There was no glass thrown by Richard.
Mark watched it twice.
“Who sent you that?”
“The report came with the file attached.”
“That video was recorded from my parents’ dining room.”
Caroline’s expression became guarded.
“Mr. Hale, until we establish what happened, Rosie may need to remain under temporary supervision.”
Rosie heard her.
She grabbed Mark’s hand.
“No.”
Caroline softened her voice.
“Rosie, nobody is taking you anywhere tonight.”
Rosie began to cry.
“Grandma said the lady would take me after Daddy got angry.”
Mark looked sharply at Caroline.
“What did you say?”
Rosie’s body shook.
“Grandma told Aunt Beth to make Daddy hit her.”
The physician stopped writing.
Caroline slowly closed the door.
Mark looked at his daughter.
“Why would Grandma want me to hit Aunt Beth?”
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Rosie wiped her eyes.
“So they could show the judge.”
