Chapter 2 - THE SECOND TOOTHThe dentist called the next morning.
Not the emergency dentist.
Mia's regular pediatric dentist.
Dr. Ellen Park.
“I heard about last night.”
Nathan stood by the kitchen window.
“Mia's okay.”
“Good.”
A pause.
Then:
“There is something I need to tell you.”
Nathan's stomach tightened.
“Tell me.”
“Six weeks ago, Vanessa brought Mia in.”
“What?”
“She said Mia had fallen off a stool.”
Nathan remembered.
Vanessa told him the appointment was routine.
“What happened?”
“Mia had bruising inside her cheek and mobility in an upper tooth.”
Nathan closed his eyes.
“Why didn't you call me?”
“Vanessa was listed as an approved caregiver.”
“That doesn't answer me.”
Dr. Park was quiet.
“You're right.”
Then:
“I asked Mia what happened.”
Nathan gripped the counter.
“What did she say?”
“She said the chair moved.”
Same phrase.
The chair moved.
“Did Vanessa hear?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“She laughed and said Mia was clumsy.”
Nathan felt sick.
“Did you document it?”
“Yes.”
“Everything?”
“Yes.”
That changed the case.
An earlier injury.
Independent medical documentation.
The same explanation.
But no direct proof.
Not yet.
Nathan contacted Thomas.
They began building a timeline.
Six weeks earlier:
Dental injury.
Four weeks earlier:
Mia refused to attend a family brunch.
Three weeks earlier:
Vanessa asked Thomas's office about temporary guardianship.
Two weeks earlier:
Eleanor requested a board meeting concerning voting structure.
One week earlier:
Vanessa purchased the white dress for Eleanor's party.
Last night:
Mia “accidentally” spilled red punch.
Vanessa hit her.
Nathan reacted.
The sequence felt too neat.
But suspicion wasn't evidence.
Nathan needed evidence.
The first came from the catering staff.
A server named Julia called him.
“I saw something.”
“What?”
“Mrs. Cole moved the tray.”
Nathan frowned.
“What tray?”
“The one Mia got the drink from.”
Julia explained.
Vanessa had specifically told staff to give Mia red fruit punch.
Not water.
Not apple juice.
Red.
Then she positioned herself near the walkway.
Maybe coincidence.
Then Julia saw Eleanor whisper to Vanessa immediately before Mia crossed the room.
No audio.
But enough to establish preparation.
“What else?”
Julia hesitated.
“I have video.”
Nathan froze.
“What?”
“My phone was propped behind the service station because I was recording the dessert setup.”
The camera accidentally captured part of the ballroom.
Not everything.
But something important.
Nathan watched with Thomas.
Vanessa stepped into Mia's walking path.
Small movement.
Subtle.
Not enough to prove intentional collision.
Then after the spill, before the slap, Vanessa looked toward Eleanor.
Eleanor nodded.
A fraction of a second.
Vanessa hit Mia.
Nathan stopped the video.
His hands shook.
Thomas said:
“Don't call them.”
Nathan stared at him.
“I know.”
“You don't look like you know.”
“I know.”
He walked away.
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He wanted to break something.
That was exactly why he didn't.
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