“A hospital social worker noticed,” she said.

“She also noticed that your father was asking for my location before I was well enough to explain what happened.”

Miriam eventually entered a temporary confidential shelter under the name Bennett.

She was injured, frightened, and convinced I had died.

She showed me the medical notes documenting confusion after the accident, and a copy of the false notification Daniel’s lawyer had sent her about a child’s death.

The paper wasn’t proof the claim was true.