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The Pattern

August 25, 2026 · Part 5 of 10 · 2 min

Dr. Nandan spread six printed calendar pages across the exam table, each visit marked in red ink: a bruise on the shin in week one, redness around an ear in week two dismissed at the time as an ear infection, a bruise on the ribs in week four that Naomi hadn't even brought in — caught instead in a bath-time photo she'd sent to her own mother, later flagged by Dr. Nandan when Naomi mentioned it in passing.

"Every single one," Dr. Nandan said, "falls on a day Deborah worked alone with him. Not one falls on a weekend, or a day Grant had him, or a day your mother sat. Six for six."

Naomi stared at the pattern until the dates blurred. "That's not a coincidence."

"No," Dr. Nandan agreed. "It's not. But a pattern of unexplained injury isn't the same as proof of who caused it, legally. I have to report this — I should have started the process after the wrist, honestly, and I'm sorry I didn't push harder. Child Protective Services will want the footage you mentioned. And you'll want a lawyer, and probably a detective, before you say another word to this woman."

The word *detective* landed strangely in Naomi's chest — half relief, half dread, like watching a wave finally break after holding your breath through the swell.

She left Deborah a text that afternoon, calm and administrative: a family emergency, they wouldn't need childcare for the rest of the week, she'd be in touch. Deborah wrote back within a minute — *Of course, I hope everything's alright! Give Asher a kiss for me* — three cheerful words and an exclamation point, as if nothing in the last six weeks had happened at all.

Naomi sat with that text open on her phone for a long time. Then she opened the camera app, scrubbed back through days she thought she'd already reviewed, and found a folder she'd somehow missed — a batch of clips the app had auto-flagged as "motion detected" but she'd never actually opened, eleven of them, spanning the full six weeks, sitting there the whole time.

Her thumb hovered over the first one.

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