Vanessa answered that too.
That was where the case became even more disturbing.
Ethan had not merely visited.
He had continued controlling her.
Whenever doctors or investigators left them alone, Vanessa said Ethan leaned close to her bed.
His public voice disappeared.
The gentle husband reporters saw was gone.
In its place came whispers.
If she wrote anything…
If she identified him…
If she made even one attempt to communicate what really happened…
their son would suffer.
Vanessa could not physically protect the child from a hospital bed.
She did not know how much freedom Ethan still had.
She did not know who believed him.
All she knew was that the man who had nearly killed her was walking freely in and out of the room.
Holding her hand in front of nurses.
