“No,” Robert said firmly.

Cameron froze. “That’s my wife. That’s my child.”

Wendy laughed once, sharp and empty of humor. “You remembered that now?”

At the hospital, I watched it all through the security camera app Robert had installed after Cameron once broke a cabinet door during an argument and called it an accident.

Wendy had propped my phone on the table beside my bed so I could watch him come home.

I wanted to see his face. Not because I wanted revenge, but because I needed proof that the man I’d feared for years was only powerful when I was alone.