Chapter 4: The Person Who Helped My Mother Hide Everything
"Your father trusted your uncle.""
The words came through the phone like a cold wind.
I stood frozen in the middle of Ethan’s guest room, holding the phone so tightly my fingers hurt.
"My uncle?""
The man on the other end was quiet for a moment.
"Yes. Daniel Carter.""
My breath caught.
My father's older brother.
The uncle I barely remembered.
The man who disappeared from our lives shortly after Dad died.
I had always been told he moved away because he couldn't handle the grief.
That was the story my mother gave me.
But now I wondered how many stories in my life were actually just carefully prepared lies.
"Who are you?"" I asked.
"My name is Daniel Reeves. I was your father's attorney.""
I looked toward the letter in my hand.
The handwriting.
The account.
The secrets.
Everything felt like pieces of a puzzle I had spent years staring at without knowing they were connected.
"My father hired you?""
"Yes.""
"Why didn't I know?""
Another pause.
"Because your mother requested that I not contact you.""
My eyes moved toward her.
She was still standing near the doorway.
She looked smaller now.
Not innocent.
Just exposed.
"Mom knew about you?""
Daniel Reeves sighed.
"She knew about the account. She knew about the letter. She knew about my involvement.""
My mother's face changed.
"Natalie, don't listen to him.""
I turned toward her.
For years, those words would have made me stop.
Don't listen.
Don't question.
Don't ask.
But something inside me had changed.
"Why?""
Her mouth opened.
I waited.
For an explanation.
For the truth.
But she only said:
"Because he doesn't know what our family went through.""
I almost laughed.
"Our family?""
My voice shook.
"You mean the family where you took Dad's money and lied to me?""
Her expression hardened.
"You have no idea what I sacrificed.""
I turned away from her.
The same sentence.
Always the same sentence.
A lifetime of excuses hidden inside one phrase.
Daniel Reeves continued.
"Natalie, I know this is overwhelming.""
I looked at the phone.
"What exactly did my father discover?""
Silence.
Then:
"He discovered that money was being moved without your permission.""
My eyes went back to my mother.
"He knew?""
"Yes.""
"When?""
"Before his accident.""
The room went completely still.
I stopped breathing.
"What?""
Daniel continued carefully.
"Your father had concerns about several withdrawals from his accounts. He believed someone close to him had access to information they shouldn't have had.""
My mother shook her head.
"That's not true.""
But her voice was weak.
Not angry.
Afraid.
I looked at her.
"You said Dad trusted you with everything.""
She looked away.
"I did.""
"Then why was he investigating money transfers?""
No answer.
Ethan stepped beside me.
His presence grounded me.
Because without him, I felt like I was falling through years of memories.
Every family dinner.
Every conversation.
Every time my mother told me she was protecting me.
How much of it was real?
Daniel Reeves spoke again.
"Your father created the second account after he realized the original inheritance might not reach you.""
My heart sank.
"He knew?""
"Yes.""
"He knew she would take it?""
"I don't know exactly what he believed.""
The lawyer's voice softened.
"But he was worried enough to create a safeguard.""
I looked down at the letter.
My father's words echoed in my head.
People with kind hearts forget they are allowed to say no.
He knew.
Somehow, he knew.
"I need to meet you," I said.
My mother immediately stepped forward.
"No.""
Everyone looked at her.
Even Chloe.
My mother's expression changed when she realized she had spoken too quickly.
"No?"" I repeated.
She swallowed.
"I mean... you should not make decisions while you're upset.""
I stared at her.
"Funny.""
"What?""
"You only say that when the decision isn't the one you want.""
Her face tightened.
"Natalie, please.""
That word shocked me.
Please.
My mother rarely begged.
She demanded.
She ordered.
She guilted.
But she never asked.
"I want the truth.""
She looked down.
"I was trying to protect you.""
I shook my head.
"No.""
The word came out quietly.
"You were protecting yourself.""
Her eyes filled with tears.
For a second, I almost felt sorry for her.
Almost.
Then I remembered the sound of her hand hitting my face.
I remembered her telling me I made her do it.
And the sympathy disappeared.
"I need space.""
She looked at me.
"You're choosing him over me?""
I stared.
Even now.
Even after everything.
She still made it about herself.
"No.""
I looked at Chloe.
"I'm choosing the truth.""
My sister nodded slowly.
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I should have told you.""
I looked at her.
"Yes.""
She flinched.
I softened slightly.
"But I understand why you were scared.""
My mother looked between us.
And I saw something I had never seen before.
She was losing control of both daughters at the same time.
The next morning, I met Daniel Reeves.
Not at his office.
Not somewhere formal.
At a quiet coffee shop across town where nobody knew us.
Ethan came with me.
I didn't ask him.
He didn't ask permission.
He just showed up.
And I needed that.
Daniel was older than I expected.
Gray hair.
Glasses.
A worn leather folder sitting in front of him.
When he saw me, he stood.
"Natalie Carter.""
I studied his face.
"You knew my father.""
His expression softened.
"Very well.""
"Then tell me something.""
"Anything.""
"Did my father know my mother was taking his money?""
Daniel looked down.
Then nodded.
"Yes.""
The answer hurt.
Even though I already suspected it.
"What did he do?""
"He confronted her.""
My fingers tightened around my coffee cup.
"When?""
"About three months before his accident.""
The room suddenly felt too small.
"What happened?""
Daniel opened the folder.
"I can't give you every detail without reviewing the legal documents, but I can tell you this.""
He placed a paper in front of me.
"Your father changed his will.""
I stared at the document.
"What?""
"He made adjustments after their conversation.""
My heart raced.
"Why?""
Daniel looked directly at me.
"Because he no longer trusted your mother to make decisions on your behalf.""
The words landed heavily.
My own father.
The man who loved my mother.
The man who built a life with her.
Stopped trusting her.
I looked at the document.
"Why didn't anyone tell me?""
"Because your mother challenged parts of the will.""
My stomach dropped.
"She challenged it?""
"Yes.""
"How?""
Daniel hesitated.
"She claimed your father was not in the right state of mind when he made changes.""
I felt sick.
"My father?""
The man who remembered every detail about my childhood?
The man who planned everything?
"He wasn't sick.""
Daniel looked at me.
"That's what I believed too.""
"Then why did she say it?""
He was quiet.
Too quiet.
I leaned forward.
"What aren't you telling me?""
Daniel exchanged a glance with Ethan.
Then he opened another folder.
Inside was a photograph.
A photograph of my father.
And beside him was a woman I didn't recognize.
I frowned.
"Who is that?""
Daniel's expression turned serious.
"Someone your mother never wanted you to meet.""
I stared at the picture.
"Who?""
Daniel pushed the photograph closer.
"Your father's business partner.""
I waited.
But he didn't continue.
"Okay," I said.
"Why is that important?""
Daniel took a breath.
"Because the night before your father died, he was supposed to meet her.""
My chest tightened.
"Why?""
Daniel looked at me.
"To discuss evidence that someone had been stealing from him.""
The room went silent.
My father's death.
The missing money.
The secret account.
My mother's lies.
Suddenly, they didn't feel like separate things anymore.
They felt connected.
I looked at the photograph again.
"Who is she?""
Daniel's face became unreadable.
"Her name is Victoria Lane.""
I whispered the name.
Then Daniel said the sentence that changed everything.
"Natalie, your father didn't just leave you an inheritance.""
He paused.
"He left you proof.""
My heart pounded.
"Proof of what?""
Daniel looked toward the window.
Then back at me.
"Proof that the person who betrayed him was someone he loved.""
My blood ran cold.
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Because I already knew the answer I didn't want to hear.
And when Daniel slid the next document across the table, the signature at the bottom belonged to the one person I thought I knew better than anyone.
