Two days later, Sophie’s fever spiked again. The doctors ran more tests to rule out complications. I had barely slept in days when Evan finally insisted I go home, shower, and rest for a few hours while he stayed with her.

I had just stepped into the shower when my phone rang.

It was Evan.

His voice sounded strained in a way I had never heard before.

“You need to get back here now,” he said. “Your father just showed up.”

I was back in the car within minutes.

When I reached the ICU, Evan was waiting for me outside. His face was pale, his jaw locked tight.

“What happened?” I asked.

He took a breath.

“He tried to suffocate Sophie.”

For a second, the words didn’t make sense. Then they hit all at once.

My father had arrived pretending he wanted to support us. The staff, not knowing anything about our family, let him into Sophie’s room while Evan stepped away briefly for coffee.

He waited until he was alone.

Then he took off her oxygen mask.

When she started struggling, he pressed a pillow over her face and shouted that I needed to send the money immediately or I would never see her again.