The moment the elevator doors closed, two detectives and a trauma psychologist entered Vanessa’s room.
For weeks, she had refused every question.
This time, the psychologist sat beside her.
No police uniform.
No interrogation.
Just one sentence.
“Vanessa, are you afraid of Ethan?”
For several seconds, nothing happened.
Then Vanessa opened her eyes.
Her fingers clutched the hospital sheet.
Her entire body began shaking.
And she nodded.
Again.
Again.
Frantically.
