Five Years Too Late, Ryan

Five Years Too Late, Ryan

Gavin

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My daughter Lily hadn't seen her father in five years, so her joyful cry of "Daddy!" echoed through the sterile mansion as she ran to him. But his eyes were not for her. Jessica Hayes, his "one true love," stood beside him, her feigned trip and cry sending him into a panic. He scooped her up, his face contorted with concern, then shot a venomous look at our innocent five-year-old. "Lock her in the master bedroom closet. Three days. No food." My blood ran cold. "Ryan, no! Please, you can't!" "She has asthma, Ryan. She'll suffocate!" He scoffed, accusing me of lies and manipulative ploys. The guards, impervious to my pleas, ripped Lily from my arms. "Mommy! Mommy, I'm sorry!" she shrieked, carried away. That night, her terrified cries faded to desperate whimpers. "Please, Mommy... can't... breathe..." I pounded on the door until my fists were raw, screaming for them to let her out. The whimpers stopped. The closet door opened. Lily lay there, blue, not moving, not breathing. Unconscious from lack of oxygen. The ambulance siren wailed as I sank to the waiting room floor. My phone buzzed. It was Instagram. Jessica Hayes, pouting in a hospital bed with a tiny scratch. Her caption: "Mr. Peterson is so generous! I only scraped my knee and he gave me two luxury apartments as compensation. I guess I'll forgive you now~" Geotagged from a luxury hospital across town. Where our daughter wasn't. He gifted her apartments for a scraped knee, while our child suffocated. A cold numbness spread through me. "Grandma," I whispered, bowing my head to Mrs. Peterson. "Love cannot be forced. Please... let him be with Jessica. I just want to take Lily and leave." My fresh wounds throbbed, tears mixing with blood. I showed her the post, the address of our marital home given away. Mrs. Peterson's face blazed with fury. "That scoundrel! That worthless boy!" "Call that bastard and tell him to get his ass to this hospital immediately!" But it was too late. If Grandma's scolding worked, Lily would never have been locked in that closet.

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My daughter Lily hadn't seen her father in five years, so her joyful cry of "Daddy!" echoed through the sterile mansion as she ran to him.

But his eyes were not for her.

Jessica Hayes, his "one true love," stood beside him, her feigned trip and cry sending him into a panic.

He scooped her up, his face contorted with concern, then shot a venomous look at our innocent five-year-old.

"Lock her in the master bedroom closet. Three days. No food."

My blood ran cold.

"Ryan, no! Please, you can't!"

"She has asthma, Ryan. She'll suffocate!"

He scoffed, accusing me of lies and manipulative ploys.

The guards, impervious to my pleas, ripped Lily from my arms.

"Mommy! Mommy, I'm sorry!" she shrieked, carried away.

That night, her terrified cries faded to desperate whimpers.

"Please, Mommy... can't... breathe..."

I pounded on the door until my fists were raw, screaming for them to let her out.

The whimpers stopped.

The closet door opened.

Lily lay there, blue, not moving, not breathing.

Unconscious from lack of oxygen.

The ambulance siren wailed as I sank to the waiting room floor.

My phone buzzed.

It was Instagram.

Jessica Hayes, pouting in a hospital bed with a tiny scratch.

Her caption: "Mr. Peterson is so generous! I only scraped my knee and he gave me two luxury apartments as compensation. I guess I'll forgive you now~"

Geotagged from a luxury hospital across town.

Where our daughter wasn't.

He gifted her apartments for a scraped knee, while our child suffocated.

A cold numbness spread through me.

"Grandma," I whispered, bowing my head to Mrs. Peterson.

"Love cannot be forced. Please... let him be with Jessica. I just want to take Lily and leave."

My fresh wounds throbbed, tears mixing with blood.

I showed her the post, the address of our marital home given away.

Mrs. Peterson's face blazed with fury.

"That scoundrel! That worthless boy!"

"Call that bastard and tell him to get his ass to this hospital immediately!"

But it was too late.

If Grandma's scolding worked, Lily would never have been locked in that closet.

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