“Dad… My Little Sister Won’t Wake Up. We Haven’t Eaten In Three Days,” A Little Boy Whispered — His Father Rushed Over To Take Them To The Hospital, Only To Discover The Truth About Where Their Mother Had Been

Micah looked up at him immediately. “Can I see her?”

The doctor smiled gently. “Soon. She’s resting now, but she’s in good hands.”

Rowan put his hand on the back of his son’s neck and realized Micah was still trembling.

What Happened To Delaney
Two hours later, after Micah had finally eaten crackers, applesauce, and half a turkey sandwich with the stunned concentration of a child remembering hunger, a nurse approached Rowan with a different kind of careful expression.

“Mr. Mercer, another hospital contacted us after we requested information for family notification. Your former partner was admitted to Nashville General very early Saturday morning after a serious car accident.”

Rowan stared at her. “An accident?”

“She came in without identification. She was unconscious and with an adult male who left the scene before staff could get full information. She’s stable now, but she had a head injury and multiple fractures. She’s been sedated.”

Rowan leaned back in his chair and scrubbed a hand over his face. Anger rose first, hot and immediate, because the children had been abandoned. Then, beneath it, came something messier and more reluctant, because Delaney had clearly not walked away from that house expecting to disappear for days. But whatever sympathy existed did not erase what had happened.

He stepped into the hallway and called his attorney, Avery Kline.