Chapter 2 - The Story Margaret ToldMargaret denied everything before the ambulance even arrived.
“She slipped.”
Sophie sat wrapped in Daniel’s jacket, soaked and trembling.
“No, I didn’t.”
Margaret ignored her.
“She was too close to the edge. I told her to back up.”
“You pushed me!”
“Sophie, stop.”
Daniel stepped between them.
“Do not speak to her.”
Margaret stared at her son.
“Daniel, you’re emotional.”
“My daughter almost drowned.”
“So did you.”
“Because you put her in the lake.”
“I did no such thing.”
Sophie began crying again.
Daniel crouched immediately.
“Hey. Look at me.”
Her teeth chattered.
“Am I in trouble?”
His heart twisted.
“No.”
“Grandma says I lie when I’m mad.”
Daniel looked over his shoulder.
Margaret’s face tightened.
He turned back to Sophie.
“You are not in trouble.”
The paramedics arrived.
They checked Sophie’s breathing, oxygen level, pulse, and lungs.
She had swallowed water but remained alert.
Daniel insisted on taking her to the hospital.
Margaret tried to follow.
“No.”
“Daniel.”
“You’re staying here.”
“I’m her grandmother.”
“Right now, you’re the person she says pushed her into a crocodile lake.”
Margaret’s face hardened.
“You actually believe that?”
Daniel looked at Sophie.
“Yes.”
The answer hit Margaret harder than a slap.
“You’d believe an eight-year-old over your own mother?”
“I’d believe my daughter when she tells me who hurt her.”
Margaret’s eyes flashed.
There.
For half a second, Daniel saw something familiar.
Not guilt.
Resentment.
Then it disappeared.
“You’ve always done this.”
Daniel frowned.
“Done what?”
“Chosen her.”
His stomach tightened.
“Chosen my daughter?”
“Over everyone.”
Daniel stared.
“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”
Margaret looked away.
“Nothing.”
“No. Say it.”
The paramedic glanced between them.
Margaret straightened her blouse.
“This isn’t the time.”
Daniel nearly laughed.
“No, Mom. I think standing beside the lake where my child almost died is exactly the time.”
Margaret said nothing.
Daniel followed Sophie into the ambulance.
At the hospital, police were waiting.
Officer Rebecca Shaw spoke first with Sophie.
Daniel stayed in the room because Sophie refused to let go of his hand.
“What happened before you went into the water?” Shaw asked gently.
Sophie wiped her eyes.
“Grandma took me outside.”
“Why?”
“She said we were going for a walk.”
“Did you want to?”
“At first.”
“Then?”
“We went to the lake.”
“Did your grandmother say anything?”
Sophie looked at Daniel.
He squeezed her hand.
“You can tell her.”
Sophie took a shaky breath.
“She said I’m scared of everything.”
“What were you scared of?”
“The crocodiles.”
“Did she see them?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
Sophie nodded quickly.
“She looked at them before I did.”
Daniel felt his chest tighten.
“What happened next?”
“I told her I couldn’t swim.”
“And what did she say?”
Sophie’s voice became small.
“She said, ‘I know.’”
Officer Shaw stopped writing for a moment.
Daniel looked at the wall.
He could still hear Margaret saying those words.
I know.
Sophie continued.
“Then she said I always run to Daddy.”
Shaw glanced at Daniel.
“And then?”
“She said she wanted to see if Daddy could save me.”
Sophie began crying again.
Daniel pulled her against him.
“That’s enough.”
Shaw closed her notebook.
Outside the room, she spoke quietly.
“We’ll need to investigate.”
“Arrest her.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“She deliberately pushed a child into water near crocodiles.”
“We have one eyewitness.”
“My daughter.”
“I understand.”
Daniel’s anger rose.
“Then act like it.”
“We need corroboration.”
Daniel thought of the mansion.
Security cameras.
The lake had cameras because Robert Whitmore, Daniel’s late father, had installed them after trespassers broke onto the property years earlier.
“There’s video.”
Shaw looked interested.
“Where?”
“Cameras cover the back grounds.”
Daniel pulled out his phone and opened the security app.
He selected the lake feed.
Nothing.
Black screen.
He tried the garden camera.
Working.
Pool.
Working.
Driveway.
Working.
Lake.
Offline.
His stomach dropped.
“When did it go offline?”
The app showed the time.
9:42 a.m.
Twenty-eight minutes before Margaret took Sophie outside.
Daniel stared at it.
“That camera never goes offline.”
Officer Shaw’s expression changed.
“Who has access?”
“Me.”
He thought.
“My mother.”
“Anyone else?”
“Our family attorney handles the estate systems.”
“What’s his name?”
“Nolan Pierce.”
Daniel looked again at the timestamp.
Twenty-eight minutes.
Somebody had disabled the only camera that would have captured Margaret pushing Sophie.
His phone rang.
Nolan Pierce.
Daniel stared at the name.
Then answered.
“Daniel, thank God.”
Daniel said nothing.
“I just heard about Sophie.”
“From who?”
A pause.
“Your mother.”
Daniel’s grip tightened.
“When?”
“Five minutes ago.”
“You sound remarkably informed.”
“Daniel, what does that mean?”
“The lake camera was shut off this morning.”
Silence.
“Nolan?”
“I don’t manage cameras personally.”
“You have administrator access.”
“So do you.”
“And Mom.”
Another pause.
Daniel lowered his voice.
“If you touched that system, I will find out.”
“Why would I disable a camera?”
“I don’t know yet.”
Daniel turned toward Sophie’s hospital room.
“But I’m starting to think the answer has something to do with why my mother wanted my daughter alone.”
Nolan sighed.
“You need to calm down.”
Daniel went still.
His mother had said the same thing.
Emotional.
Calm down.
As if the real danger was Daniel reacting.
Then Nolan added:
“Before you accuse Margaret of anything, there’s something about Sophie you need to know.”
Daniel’s blood ran cold.
“What?”
Nolan hesitated.
“Your mother found something in Sophie’s bedroom last night.”
“What did she find?”
“A recording.”
Daniel stopped breathing.
“Of what?”
Nolan answered quietly.
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“Of Margaret talking about Claire.”
Daniel’s dead wife.
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