Chapter 4 - The Man in the Good SuitMara reached the same hospital an hour after her children. Doctors placed her in intensive care, fighting the effects of carbon monoxide and severe dehydration. Andrea stood beside the glass wall as Ellie watched a team wheel her mother's bed past.

“That's her,” Ellie whispered. “Why isn't she looking at me?”

“She's very sick,” Andrea said. “But people are helping her.”

“Did I wait too long?”

The question hit Andrea harder than any alarm. She crouched and said, “You got your family help. That matters.”

Elena, the social worker, arranged emergency care for Ellie and asked the hospital to keep the siblings connected. Nothing about the next hours would be simple: the twins needed treatment, Mara could not give consent, and Ellie had no reachable relatives listed.

At noon, Victor Vale arrived in a navy suit that looked too expensive for a hospital hallway. He brought a lawyer, a bouquet of white flowers, and a concerned expression prepared for cameras.

“I heard about the tragedy,” he told the charge nurse. “Mara worked on one of our cleanup crews. We want to assist.”

Andrea blocked the ICU door. “Are you family?”

“I'm practically her employer.”

“Then you need to speak to administration.”

Victor lowered his voice. “Listen. This is unfortunate, and the media will get ugly. I can cover every bill. I only ask that we keep rumors about my property out of the chart.”

Andrea straightened. “You don't get to edit a medical chart.”

He smiled without warmth. “Of course not.”

From the end of the hall, Ellie saw the man. Her whole body locked. She dropped the carton of milk Elena had bought her.

“That's him.”

Victor turned at the sound. For a moment he looked surprised. Then he walked toward her with his arms open.

“There you are, Eleanor. We've all been so worried.”

Ellie backed into Elena. “Don't touch me.”

Victor stopped, aware of the watching nurses. “Sweetheart, you've had a fright.”

“You told Mama you'd make us disappear.”

His smile stiffened. “Children misunderstand things.”

Ellie reached for the string around her neck. Victor's gaze snapped to the key, and the color drained from his face.

He asked a question no one had told him enough to ask.

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