Chapter 5 - NOAH WAKES
Noah woke on the fourth day.
Not fully.
Not all at once.
His eyelids fluttered.
The ventilator had been removed that morning.
His voice was scratchy, barely there.
The first thing he asked was not about his arm.
Not his mother.
Not pain.
“Ava?”
The nurse cried after leaving the room.
I did not.
Not then.
I sat beside Noah and said, “She’s safe. She’s here.”
His eyes moved toward me slowly.
“Blue door?”
“Open.”
His face changed.
Relief can look like pain when it reaches a child too late.
He closed his eyes.
A tear slid into his hair.
Later, Detective Bell interviewed him gently with a child psychologist present.
No pressure.
No leading questions.
No uniforms crowding the bed.
Noah told the story in pieces.
His original cast broke after Curtis shoved him into a cabinet.
Martha refused to take him back to the doctor because Dr. Kline would “ask too many questions.”
Curtis wrapped the new cast himself.
At first, the chain was outside.
Then Noah learned where Ava’s key was kept.
He stole it once and tried to open the blue door.
Curtis caught him.
After that, Curtis put the chain beneath the new layers and locked it so Noah could not use his hand properly.
But Noah had already hidden the key in the loose padding near his elbow.
Later, when Martha and Curtis were arguing, he added the microSD card and note.
He had seen enough television to believe doctors cut casts.
He had no idea if he would ever reach one.
So when the fever came and his arm turned dark, he stopped fighting Martha’s decision to take him to the hospital.
He wanted the cast opened.
He wanted someone to find Ava.
He had gambled his life on our tools.
When Detective Bell asked why he wrote, “They will say I fell,” Noah looked at her like the answer was obvious.
“Because they always say that.”
Those five words went through me like a blade.
Because they were not only Noah’s words.
They were Sophie’s.
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And hundreds of other children’s.
They always say that.
