“Three experts checked it,” Alistair said. “I already gave a copy to the police chief this morning.”
The old woman looked like she had been hit.
“Are you sending your own mother to jail?” she asked.
“I am stopping the person who tried to steal my son, hid his death, and left his mother to live on the street with one leg,” Alistair said.
Katie looked at the board members for help, but everyone looked down at the table. She had ruled the clinic for forty years, giving out jobs and money. Many people owed her their success, but the evidence was too big.
Alistair asked for a vote to remove her from the clinic. Every single hand went up.
“You are fired from the board right now,” Alistair announced.
Katie walked up to him, shaking with anger.
“I am your mother,” she said. “Everything you have is because of me.”
Alistair pointed at Sawyer’s picture.
“He was my family too, and you thought he was worth less than a piece of concrete,” Alistair said.
Security guards took Katie’s badge and showed her out. Outside, a huge crowd of reporters ran toward her with microphones. For the first time, she could not stop the news from asking hard questions.
Alistair sat alone but did not feel happy. The police were working, but no prison could bring back the ten years he lost with his boy.
That afternoon, he went back to the bridge, but Nellie’s tent was gone.
“The ambulance took her to the city hospital,” an old man told him. “She has bad pneumonia. She had a high fever for days, but she refused to go because she said she had nobody left.”
Alistair drove fast to the hospital. He found Nellie in a crowded room with an oxygen mask on her face. When she saw him, she turned her head away.
“I am not here to say sorry just to make myself feel good,” Alistair said, sitting next to her. “I am here because I know the whole truth now.”
Nellie closed her eyes and cried.
“So you know your mother killed our boy,” she whispered.
“I know she tried to take him,” Alistair said. “I know she hid the accident. And I know my own weakness let her do it.”
She looked at him with tired, angry eyes.
“You left me when things got hard,” she said. “When I lost the babies, you stayed at work. The day my mother died, you went to a business meeting. When I got pregnant with Sawyer, you were already with Olivia.”
Alistair put his head down.
“I am so sorry. I have no excuse,” he said.
“No, you don’t,” she said coldly.
Nellie told him the rest of the story. She hid the baby because Katie said she would use her wealth to take the boy away legally. The thirty thousand dollars was not a prize for leaving, but the only money she had to pay for a room, a doctor, and food for the baby.
“Sawyer asked about you every day,” she said. “I told him his dad was a great doctor who saved lives far away.”
“Why did you tell him that?” Alistair asked.
“Because I did not want my boy to know his father was a coward,” she said.
Every word felt like a knife to Alistair.
