Prisca

My seven-year-old son found my husband and my younger sister in my bed. When he confronted them, my husband threw him down the stairs to keep him quiet. The hospital called while I was at work "Mrs. Mabel, your son has been brought into County General Hospital. You need to come immediately." I rushed there, terrified. When I saw Ethan, my heart broke. His little body was bruised, one arm was wrapped, and he looked frightened. "Mommy, I'm sorry," he whispered. I held his hand. "You have nothing to apologise for, sweetheart." Then he told me what happened. "I saw Daddy with Aunt Jane in your bedroom. Daddy got angry and threw me down the stairs. He told me to say I fell while playing." I struggled to contain my emotions. "Did you hear me, Ethan? I believe you." Then he whispered, "They're still at home, Mommy. They're drinking whiskey." My husband and my younger sister had betrayed me in my own home and nearly k!lled my child to hide it. I immediately contacted the police and told them about our home security cameras, which covered the staircase. "There's footage of what happened," I told the officers. "We need to get there before they destroy the evidence." Twenty-six minutes later, three police vehicles pulled into my driveway.