Chapter 3 - A Wife Who Wouldn't Answer

I called Mara six times. She rejected the first two calls and let the rest ring. I wanted to shout into the phone until she understood what she had done. Instead, I forwarded her message to the detective whose card a patrol officer had given me.
Detective Rosa Valdez arrived before dawn. She spoke to the doctor first, then to me in a quiet room beyond the nurses' station. I told her when I'd left, who had keys, and what I'd found. I also admitted that I had not spoken directly to Lily in more than a week.
"Mara said the kids had a stomach bug," I explained. "She kept telling me not to wake them."
"Did you question that?"
"Not enough."
Valdez let the answer stand. "We'll look for her. Please don't search for her yourself."
My phone started buzzing with messages from coworkers. A video had been posted on a local community page titled FATHER ABANDONS TWO SICK CHILDREN. It showed our front porch, then Lily crying at the kitchen table. Over the images, a woman's voice said, "We've asked for help, but their father refuses to come home."
Mara's voice.
The caption linked to a donation page called Hold the Holts Together. There were hundreds of comments and thousands of dollars in contributions.
I played ten seconds and stopped. Lily was wearing the yellow sweater she'd outgrown last winter. The footage wasn't from this week. Someone had assembled it to look current.
"That's my house," I told Valdez. "That's my daughter. The story is a lie."
"Preserve what you can see. Don't respond publicly yet." She requested the link and asked whether Mara had done any fundraising before.
"Never. We have insurance. We aren't wealthy, but we're okay."
Valdez looked at the screen again. "Then someone is collecting money under a story we need to verify."
Through the window I watched a nurse adjust Tommy's blanket. He reached out in his sleep toward the empty chair beside him.
I had spent two weeks believing everything was fine because I was too busy to demand the truth. Now strangers were being told I had abandoned my own children.
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An unfamiliar number called. A man spoke before I could say hello.
"If you care about your kids, Evan, stop asking about that room. The next video won't make you look like such a good father."