Chapter 8: The Night Her Mother Died
Nia found Daniel outside the convention center, standing beneath a concrete awning while rain darkened the pavement.
He was staring at his phone.
When he saw her, he put it away.
"Did something happen?""
Nia held up the envelope.
"Did you send this?""
Daniel examined the handwriting.
His face changed.
"No.""
"Then who did?""
"I don't know.""
Nia unfolded the note.
If Daniel has finally found you, ask him what happened on the night I died.
She showed him the hospital room number.
Daniel's shoulders sank.
"Where did you get this?""
"Someone left it at the registration desk. It's in Mom's handwriting.""
He looked at the paper for a long time.
Then he sat on a low concrete wall.
"Your mother died in a hospital in Chicago," he said quietly.
"Room 418.""
Nia's stomach tightened.
"That's the room number.""
Daniel closed his eyes.
"Yes.""
"Tell me what happened.""
He didn't answer immediately.
Rain tapped against the awning.
Finally, he spoke.
"I received a message that Elaine was dying. I was overseas at the time, trying to resolve the dispute over the studio. I booked the first flight I could get.""
Nia stared at him.
"Did you make it?""
"No.""
The word came out barely above a whisper.
"I arrived the next morning. Your mother had died several hours earlier.""
Nia's eyes filled with tears.
"Why weren't you there?""
"Because I was afraid.""
"Of what?""
"Vanessa had threatened to expose financial records that would have destroyed my business. She said if I returned, she would make sure I never saw you. I thought I could resolve everything first.""
He looked at Nia.
"I was wrong.""
Nia turned away.
For years, she had imagined her father abandoning them because he didn't care.
The truth was different, but it didn't hurt less.
"You chose a business dispute over your family.""
"Yes.""
"You chose to protect yourself.""
"Yes.""
"You let me grow up without you.""
Daniel's eyes filled with tears.
"Yes.""
Nia hated that he wasn't defending himself.
It would have been easier if he had made excuses. Easier to reject him if he had blamed her mother, the business, or Vanessa.
Instead, he stood there and accepted every accusation.
"What happened after Mom died?"" she asked.
Daniel took a slow breath.
"I went to the house. Vanessa told me Elaine had left instructions that you were better off without me. She showed me a letter that appeared to be in your mother's handwriting.""
Nia frowned.
"Did you believe her?""
"I wanted to. It was easier than admitting I had failed you.""
He looked down at his hands.
"I left again. But I never stopped searching for you.""
"Then why didn't you contact the authorities?""
"I tried to obtain custody. Vanessa had already been appointed your guardian, and I was living overseas without stable documentation of my residence. My solicitor advised me that a prolonged legal fight could expose the trust and delay your access to it. I thought I could return when I had enough evidence.""
"And you never did.""
"No.""
The rain grew heavier.
Nia looked at the note.
"Who wrote this?""
Daniel examined the bottom edge of the paper.
"There may be a clue on the back.""
She turned it over.
A faint watermark was visible near the corner.
*Bell & Carter Design Studio.*
Daniel frowned.
"This paper was part of Elaine's business stationery.""
"Could Vanessa have written it?""
"Possibly. But she would have had to preserve the old stock.""
Nia remembered the notebook entry about the missing final page.
Someone had been removing pieces of her mother's history for years.
She called Margaret.
The designer answered on the second ring.
"Nia, how did the inspection go?""
"I passed. But I received a letter about the night my mother died.""
Margaret became quiet.
"Read it to me.""
Nia did.
When she finished, Margaret asked, "Is Daniel with you?""
"Yes.""
"Put him on the phone.""
Daniel took the device.
"Margaret.""
"Daniel. I need you to answer one question honestly. Did you ever receive a copy of Elaine's final hospital report?""
"No.""
"Did you see her before she died?""
"No.""
"Then you don't know what happened in that room.""
Daniel went silent.
Margaret continued.
"I was supposed to visit Elaine that evening. Vanessa called me and said the hospital had restricted visitors because Elaine was too weak. She told me the family was handling everything.""
Nia's heart began to race.
"Vanessa told you that?""
"Yes. I believed her.""
"Why didn't you come anyway?""
Margaret's voice broke slightly.
"Because I trusted her.""
Nia stared at the wet pavement.
Two people had stayed away from her mother because they trusted Vanessa's version of events.
How many others had done the same?
Margaret continued, "I kept the original correspondence from that period. If you can get to New York after the competition, I'll show you everything.""
"Can you send it?""
"Not safely. Some documents contain confidential business information. But I can arrange a secure meeting with the solicitor who handled Elaine's estate.""
Daniel returned the phone to Nia.
"She's right. We need the original records.""
Nia looked at him.
"Then why did Vanessa tell everyone Mom was alone when she died?""
Daniel's expression darkened.
"Because if she wasn't alone, someone may know what she said before she died.""
The implication hung between them.
Nia looked again at the note.
Ask him what happened on the night I died.
Someone wanted her to investigate.
Someone knew there was more to the story.
And someone had access to Elaine's old stationery.
A security officer emerged from the convention center.
"Miss Carter? The judges are ready for your presentation.""
Nia wiped her face.
"I have to go.""
Daniel nodded.
"I'll be here when you're finished.""
She hesitated.
"Don't disappear again.""
His face crumpled.
"I won't.""
Nia wanted to believe him.
But trust, she had learned, was not a promise someone made.
It was something they proved.
Inside, the judging hall had transformed into a miniature runway. Rows of chairs faced a raised platform, and spotlights swept across the stage.
Competitors waited behind curtains, adjusting hems and smoothing fabric.
Nia positioned the phoenix gown beneath the assigned light.
Olivia approached.
"Everything all right?""
Nia forced a smile.
"Family complications.""
"Those never arrive at convenient times.""
Olivia studied her face.
"Listen. The judges will ask about the construction, the inspiration, and your design process. Answer honestly. Don't apologize for being young, and don't apologize for using affordable materials.""
Nia nodded.
A staff member called her number.
She wheeled the mannequin toward the stage.
The lights were blinding.
For a moment, she could see nothing beyond the judges' table.
Then the phoenix gown entered the spotlight.
Its silver layers caught the light and scattered it across the blue fabric. The embroidery shimmered as Nia rotated the mannequin, revealing the intricate structure of the skirt.
One judge leaned forward.
Another took notes.
Patricia Wells examined the bodice.
"Nia, what was the greatest technical challenge in this garment?""
"Making the skirt hold its shape without making it too heavy to move," Nia replied.
"I tested several internal supports and eventually created a layered structure that distributes the weight across the waist.""
"How many prototypes?""
"Five.""
A few judges exchanged glances.
"Five full prototypes?""
"Three full prototypes and two partial ones. I couldn't afford enough fabric to rebuild the entire garment every time.""
Patricia nodded.
"Resourcefulness is part of design.""
Another judge asked, "Why did you choose a phoenix?""
Nia took a breath.
"Because sometimes people try to define you by what you've lost. I wanted to create something that represented rebuilding yourself without pretending the damage never happened.""
The hall fell quiet.
Patricia looked at the gown, then at Nia.
"Thank you. You may return to your station.""
Nia guided the mannequin offstage.
Her hands were shaking, but she was smiling.
She had done it.
Whatever happened with her family, she had presented her own work to the judges.
And nobody had taken that away from her.
An hour later, the preliminary results were posted.
Nia pushed through the crowd and scanned the list.
Her eyes moved down the page.
Then stopped.
*FINALIST: NIA CARTER — PHOENIX RISING.*
She covered her mouth.
Olivia hugged her.
"You did it!""
Nia laughed through her tears.
"I actually did it.""
For a few precious minutes, the world felt simple.
Then her phone rang.
It was Daniel.
"Nia, I need you to come outside.""
"What happened?""
"I found someone who was at the hospital the night your mother died.""
"Who?""
Daniel's voice trembled.
"Your mother's nurse. She says Elaine asked her to deliver a message to you, but Vanessa stopped her.""
Nia's blood ran cold.
"What was the message?""
Daniel paused.
"She says your mother was trying to tell you that the person who caused the business scandal was not the person everyone blamed.""
Nia gripped the phone.
"Who did she blame?""
Daniel's answer came slowly.
"She said the name of the person she trusted most.""
A door slammed somewhere near him.
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Then he whispered, "Nia, I think that person is standing right behind me.""
The call cut off.
