“He fired me because I walked in on them fighting,” Andrea whispered, pushing her phone across the table, her finger hovering over an image. “I took a picture. I knew no one would believe me otherwise.”
I looked at the screen. The image was blurry, taken hastily from a hallway, but the content was unmistakable. Robert had Olivia pinned against the wall of the nursery, his large hand clamped around her throat. And in the corner of the frame, sitting in his crib, three-year-old Matthew was watching, his small thumb jammed in his mouth, his eyes wide with a silent, comprehending terror.
“Can you send this to me?” I asked, my blood running cold.
“He threatened to sue me into oblivion if I ever showed it to anyone,” Andrea said. “But I can’t sleep. That little boy… he’s learning how to be him. And that’s not right.”
I had the smoking gun. But a gun is useless if you don’t know how and when to aim it.
Two days later, Robert summoned me. The text came from Olivia’s phone, but the words were his: Come over. We need to settle this family drama once and for all.
I went. The house was immaculate, a mausoleum of suburban perfection. Robert sat on a massive leather sofa, his arm draped possessively over Olivia’s shoulders. She looked thinner, her eyes darting around the room like a trapped bird searching for an exit.
“Narissa,” Robert began with a condescending smile. “I’m filing for a restraining order against you. On the grounds of harassment and causing emotional distress to my wife.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I said, my voice a low growl.
“Oh, I would. And Olivia will sign the affidavit. Won’t you, darling?”
Olivia nodded, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “Please, Mom. Just stop. You have to stop.”
“I have a witness,” I bluffed, my hand clutching my phone in my pocket. “I have a photograph of you choking her in the nursery, in front of your son.”
Robert’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes narrowed to slits. “Andrea? The thief I fired for stealing my wife’s jewelry? Her word is mud. And that photograph? Taken illegally inside my private residence by a disgruntled employee. It’s inadmissible in any court. It’s fruit of the poisonous tree. In fact, if you try to use it, I will sue you into bankruptcy for invasion of privacy, and I will make sure Olivia suffers every single day for your interference.”
