“Any arguments? Tense moments before the birth?” the other officer asked. Ethan stared. “She just gave me our daughter. Do you think that’s when people argue with each other?” His voice was sharper than he meant. But each question felt like an accusation. It seemed to him like they were building a case, not mounting a rescue.
A uniformed constable entered, holding Lina’s phone. “We went through recent activity,” he said, passing it to the detective. The screen glowed with unfamiliar numbers, threads of unanswered calls, and short, urgent texts from the same source. Ethan leaned forward, unease creeping up his spine. “Who is that?”