Noah released Arthur so suddenly that the older man nearly fell backward.
\nNobody spoke.
\nNobody seemed capable of it.
\nI stared at Arthur.
\n\u201cMy mother killed my father?\u201d
\nArthur lowered his eyes.
\n\u201cThat is what I was told.\u201d
\nThe distinction mattered.
\nMarcus caught it immediately.
\n\u201cTold by whom?\u201d
\nArthur looked toward him.
\n\u201cVictor.\u201d
\nCaleb let out a cold breath.
\n\u201cSo your entire claim comes from the man currently holding Eleanor?\u201d
\nArthur said nothing.
\nNoah stepped closer again.
\n\u201cYou kept that secret for twelve years based on Victor Hale\u2019s word?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nArthur rubbed his face.
\n\u201cThere was evidence.\u201d
\nJulian\u2019s voice became sharp.
\n\u201cWhat evidence?\u201d
\nArthur hesitated.
\n\u201cYour father\u2019s toxicology report.\u201d
\nMy heart lurched.
\n\u201cWe were told there was no autopsy.\u201d
\n\u201cThere was.\u201d
\nNoah stared at him.
\n\u201cWho suppressed it?\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s silence answered first.
\nThen he whispered, \u201cVictor.\u201d
\nI felt anger rise so fast it almost made me dizzy.
\n\u201cSo Victor told you my mother poisoned my father, then hid the report proving my father was poisoned?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you believed him?\u201d
\nArthur looked at me.
\n\u201cAt the time, yes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause your mother had returned.\u201d
\nThe room froze.
\nI stopped breathing.
\n\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d
\nArthur looked toward Noah.
\n\u201cEleanor came back twelve years ago.\u201d
\nNoah\u2019s face went blank.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cShe contacted me three days before your father died.\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My brothers stared at him.
\nI could hear my own heartbeat.
\n\u201cYou saw her?\u201d
\nArthur nodded.
\n\u201cOnce.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cAt an abandoned Sterling warehouse outside Newark.\u201d
\nCaleb immediately asked, \u201cWhich one?\u201d
\nArthur gave him an address.
\nCaleb typed it into his phone.
\nMarcus asked, \u201cWhy would she contact you after hiding for fifteen years?\u201d
\nArthur looked at me.
\n\u201cShe said she had finally found enough evidence to expose Victor.\u201d
\nNoah\u2019s voice cracked.
\n\u201cThen why didn\u2019t she come home?\u201d
\nArthur looked ashamed.
\n\u201cShe believed Victor had someone inside the family.\u201d
\nThat sentence returned.
\nSomeone inside the family.
\nI hated how easily it poisoned the air between us.
\nLeo paced toward the windows.
\n\u201cSo Mom comes back. Meets Arthur. Dad dies three days later.\u201d
\nArthur nodded.
\n\u201cAnd then she disappears again.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nJulian folded his arms.
\n\u201cWhat did Victor show you?\u201d
\n\u201cA video.\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat video?\u201d
\nArthur swallowed.
\n\u201cEleanor entering your father\u2019s study the night before he died.\u201d
\nNoah shook his head.
\n\u201cThat proves nothing.\u201d
\nArthur continued.
\n\u201cShe was carrying a small vial.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nMy mind immediately searched for excuses.
\nMedicine.
\nEvidence.
\nAnything.
\nMarcus asked, \u201cDid the footage show her putting anything in his food or drink?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cSo it proved nothing.\u201d
\nArthur looked at him.
\n\u201cNot by itself.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat else?\u201d
\n\u201cA letter.\u201d
\nCaleb looked up.
\n\u201cFrom Eleanor?\u201d
\nArthur nodded.
\n\u201cWhat did it say?\u201d
\nArthur looked directly at me.
\n\u201cShe wrote that your father had become too dangerous to protect.\u201d
\nNoah laughed bitterly.
\n\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.
\n\u201cDo you still have it?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cOf course.\u201d
\n\u201cVictor took it.\u201d
\nNoah cursed.
\nCaleb spoke quietly.
\n\u201cVictor controlled every piece of evidence.\u201d
\nArthur nodded.
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cAnd somehow you never found that suspicious.\u201d
\n\u201cI did.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\nArthur\u2019s eyes hardened with regret.
\n\u201cToo late.\u201d
\nBefore I could respond, Caleb\u2019s phone buzzed.
\nHe looked down.
\nThen again.
\nAnd again.
\nHis expression changed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cThe call trace.\u201d
\nEveryone turned toward him.
\nHe held up the screen.
\n\u201cThe call didn\u2019t come from Connecticut.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nNoah stepped forward.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nCaleb looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNew York.\u201d
\nArthur immediately frowned.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nCaleb continued.
\n\u201cManhattan.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cBut the photo\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cReal.\u201d
\n\u201cSo she was in Connecticut yesterday.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd now?\u201d
\nCaleb\u2019s fingers moved rapidly across the screen.
\n\u201cThe call bounced through several systems, but the originating signal came from Midtown.\u201d
\nLeo asked, \u201cHow close?\u201d
\nCaleb looked up.
\n\u201cLess than twenty miles from here.\u201d
\nThe entire room changed.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My mother wasn\u2019t hundreds of miles away.
\nShe was nearby.
\nVictor had wanted us looking in the wrong direction.
\nNoah reached for his phone.
\n\u201cWe move now.\u201d
\nCaleb shook his head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nNoah stared at him.
\n\u201cShe\u2019s here.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd that means Victor wants us moving emotionally.\u201d
\n\u201cHe threatened to kill her.\u201d
\n\u201cExactly.\u201d
\nCaleb looked at me.
\n\u201cWe do this intelligently.\u201d
\nI hated that he was right.
\nI hated every second we wasted.
\n\u201cCan you narrow the location?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m trying.\u201d
\nArthur suddenly spoke.
\n\u201cMidtown.\u201d
\nWe turned.
\nHe looked pale.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s one place Victor would use.\u201d
\nCaleb\u2019s eyes narrowed.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nArthur hesitated.
\nNoah snapped.
\n\u201cArthur.\u201d
\n\u201cThe Mercer Building.\u201d
\nMarcus frowned.
\n\u201cThat office tower on Lexington?\u201d
\nArthur nodded.
\n\u201cI owned thirty percent years ago.\u201d
\n\u201cYears ago?\u201d
\n\u201cI sold my stake.\u201d
\n\u201cTo who?\u201d
\nArthur looked at me.
\n\u201cVictor.\u201d
\nCaleb was already searching.
\nHe stopped.
\n\u201cVictor doesn\u2019t appear anywhere in the ownership records.\u201d
\nArthur gave a humorless smile.
\n\u201cHe never does.\u201d
\nMarcus moved beside him.
\n\u201cWho owns it on paper?\u201d
\nCaleb read the screen.
\n\u201cNorth Vale Properties.\u201d
\nMarcus froze.
\nI noticed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe looked toward me.
\n\u201cThat name was in the transfer records.\u201d
\nArthur closed his eyes.
\n\u201cThe shell company?\u201d
\nMarcus nodded.
\n\u201cThe same one that received almost nine million dollars from Vance Construction.\u201d
\nI stared at Arthur.
\n\u201cSo your company has been sending money to a building Victor secretly controls?\u201d
\nArthur looked genuinely stunned.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t authorize that.\u201d
\nMarcus looked toward Wendy.
\nShe went pale.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t look at me.\u201d
\nThen everyone looked at Isaac\u2019s empty place near the table.
\nThe answer arrived without anyone speaking.
\nMarcus slowly said, \u201cThe transfers were approved under Isaac\u2019s credentials.\u201d
\nMy stomach twisted.
\nMaybe Isaac had known far more than we thought.
\nMaybe his cruelty tonight had not been random.
\nMaybe my birthday party had been staged for another reason entirely.
\nI looked at Caleb.
\n\u201cThe man recording me.\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\n\u201cVictor\u2019s observer.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nNoah turned.
\n\u201cTo confirm something.\u201d
\nI looked at him.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nNoah studied me.
\n\u201cThat Flora would call us.\u201d
\nThe room went quiet.
\nJulian understood next.
\n\u201cSo the entire humiliation could have been bait.\u201d
\nMy skin went cold.
\nIsaac tying me up.
\nClover smiling.
\nWendy laughing.
\nFifty witnesses.
\nMy phone waiting on the table.
\nThen five SUVs arriving.
\nVictor had been watching.
\nTesting.
\nArthur whispered, \u201cOh God.\u201d
\nI turned on him.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe looked sick.
\n\u201cVictor wasn\u2019t trying to punish you.\u201d
\nNoah said it first.
\n\u201cHe was flushing the Sterlings into one place.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nThen every light in the ballroom went out.
\nDarkness swallowed the room.
\nSomeone screamed.
\nGlass shattered.
\nNoah grabbed me.
\n\u201cDown!\u201d
\nWe dropped behind the heavy dining table.
\nCaleb shouted, \u201cNobody move!\u201d
\nThen the emergency lights flickered on.
\nDim red illumination washed across the ballroom.
\nThe front gates began opening.
\nSlowly.
\nBy themselves.
\nCaleb checked his phone.
\n\u201cNo signal.\u201d
\nMarcus looked toward the security panel.
\n\u201cSystem breach.\u201d
\nLeo moved toward the windows.
\n\u201cVehicles?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nThen a single black sedan appeared at the end of the driveway.
\nIt rolled toward the estate.
\nSlow.
\nDeliberate.
\nIt stopped directly in front of the doors.
\nNo one got out.
\nFor ten seconds, nothing happened.
\nThen my phone rang.
\nUnknown number.
\nI answered.
\nVictor.
\n\u201cYou always were predictable, Flora.\u201d
\nMy fingers tightened.
\n\u201cWhere is my mother?\u201d
\n\u201cClose.\u201d
\n\u201cLet me speak to her.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nNoah leaned toward the phone.
\n\u201cYou wanted us together. We\u2019re together. What now?\u201d
\nVictor laughed softly.
\n\u201cExactly what I needed.\u201d
\nThen the ballroom television turned on by itself.
\nStatic.
\nThen an image.
\nA live video.
\nMy mother was sitting in a chair.
\nHands tied.
\nBruise along her cheek.
\nBut alive.
\nI stepped toward the screen.
\n\u201cMom.\u201d
\nShe lifted her head.
\n\u201cFlora.\u201d
\nMy throat closed.
\nVictor\u2019s voice came through the phone.
\n\u201cNow we can finally finish what Eleanor started twenty-seven years ago.\u201d
\nI looked at the screen.
\n\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d
\nA second camera angle appeared.
\nBehind my mother stood a steel door.
\nPainted across it in white numbers:
\n417.
\nI froze.
\nMy mother looked directly into the camera.
\nThen she shouted,
\n\u201cFLORA, DON\u2019T OPEN THAT DOOR!\u201d
\nThe feed cut black.
\nAt the same moment, something clicked behind us.
\nThe ballroom wall beside the fireplace began moving.
\nSlowly.
\nA hidden panel opened.
\nBehind it was a narrow steel passage that none of us had ever known existed.
\nAnd at the end of that passage was another door.
\nWhite numbers painted across it.
\n417.<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.
\nThe hidden passage had probably been inside the Vance estate for years.
\nMaybe decades.
\nAnd somehow, not even Isaac had ever mentioned it.
\nAt the far end, the steel door marked 417 waited beneath a dim red emergency light.
\nMy mother\u2019s warning echoed in my head.
\nDON\u2019T OPEN THAT DOOR.
\nNoah stepped in front of me.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not going first.\u201d
\n\u201cI am.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI looked at him.
\n\u201cShe called me.\u201d
\n\u201cShe also told you not to open it.\u201d
\nCaleb crouched beside the entrance and studied the floor.
\n\u201cStop arguing.\u201d
\nWe turned.
\nHe pointed toward a thin black line running along the threshold.
\n\u201cPressure sensor.\u201d
\nLeo frowned.
\n\u201cExplosive?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe alarm.\u201d
\nCaleb leaned closer without touching it.
\n\u201cMaybe worse.\u201d
\nArthur had become silent again.
\nToo silent.
\nI noticed.
\n\u201cYou knew this passage existed.\u201d
\nEvery brother turned toward him.
\nArthur shook his head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWrong answer.\u201d
\n\u201cI knew there were old service corridors beneath the estate.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cBeneath?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThis passage goes underground?\u201d
\nArthur nodded slowly.
\n\u201cThe original owner built tunnels during Prohibition.\u201d
\nMarcus looked toward the door.
\n\u201cAnd you never sealed them?\u201d
\n\u201cI thought they had been.\u201d
\nCaleb stood.
\n\u201cVictor has been inside this property.\u201d
\nArthur didn\u2019t answer.
\nNoah stared at him.
\n\u201cHow long?\u201d
\nArthur looked at the floor.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s becoming your favorite sentence.\u201d
\nThen Wendy whispered behind us.
\n\u201cArthur.\u201d
\nWe turned.
\nShe was staring at the hidden wall.
\nHer face had lost all color.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nShe pointed.
\n\u201cThere used to be a painting there.\u201d
\nArthur frowned.
\n\u201cWhat painting?\u201d
\n\u201cThe hunting scene.\u201d
\nShe swallowed.
\n\u201cIsaac removed it about six months ago.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said there was moisture damage.\u201d
\nMarcus looked at me.
\nSix months.
\nAround the same time my marriage had begun changing dramatically.
\nAround the same time Isaac became more secretive.
\nAround the same time Vance Construction money began flowing through some of the most suspicious accounts.
\nCaleb asked Wendy, \u201cWho handled the repair?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cThink.\u201d
\nShe pressed a hand to her forehead.
\n\u201cIsaac hired someone privately.\u201d
\nArthur looked at her.
\n\u201cYou never told me that.\u201d
\n\u201cYou never asked.\u201d
\nCaleb gave a grim smile.
\n\u201cVictor probably installed access six months ago.\u201d
\nJulian stared down the passage.
\n\u201cSo Isaac let him in.\u201d
\nI felt sick.
\nMy husband had known.
\nMaybe not everything.
\nBut enough.
\nI looked toward the door.
\n\u201cThen Isaac knew about 417.\u201d
\nMarcus nodded.
\n\u201cLikely.\u201d
\nI turned toward Detective Harris.
\n\u201cWhere is he?\u201d
\n\u201cStill outside.\u201d
\n\u201cBring him back.\u201d
\nArthur immediately objected.
\n\u201cFlora\u2014\u201d
\nI glared at him.
\n\u201cNot another word.\u201d
\nDetective Harris signaled one of the officers.
\nTwo minutes later, Isaac was marched back into the ballroom.
\nHis wrists were still cuffed.
\nHis arrogance had vanished.
\nThen he saw the hidden passage.
\nHe stopped.
\nThat was all the confirmation I needed.
\nI walked toward him.
\n\u201cYou knew.\u201d
\nHe said nothing.
\nI slapped the wall beside the entrance.
\n\u201cYou knew this was here.\u201d
\nIsaac looked toward Arthur.
\nMistake.
\nArthur exploded.
\n\u201cYou let strangers build a tunnel access inside my home?\u201d
\nIsaac snapped back.
\n\u201cIt was already here.\u201d
\n\u201cWho reopened it?\u201d
\nNo answer.
\nI stepped closer.
\n\u201cVictor?\u201d
\nIsaac\u2019s eyes flickered.
\nAnother mistake.
\nNoah saw it too.
\nHe walked forward.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re going to talk.\u201d
\nDetective Harris raised a hand.
\n\u201cNo threats.\u201d
\nNoah stopped.
\nBarely.
\nI looked directly at Isaac.
\n\u201cIs my mother behind that door?\u201d
\nHe frowned.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nI searched his face.
\nHe genuinely didn\u2019t know.
\nInteresting.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t know she\u2019s alive.\u201d
\nIsaac laughed nervously.
\n\u201cFlora, your mother died when you were a child.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\nFor once, he wasn\u2019t lying.
\nCaleb moved beside me.
\n\u201cThen what did Victor tell you 417 was?\u201d
\nIsaac looked toward him.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know any Victor.\u201d
\nCaleb held up his phone with Victor\u2019s photograph.
\nIsaac\u2019s face tightened.
\n\u201cYou know him.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nDetective Harris stepped closer.
\n\u201cMr. Vance, this situation now potentially involves kidnapping, financial crimes, and unlawful surveillance. This is the point where cooperating becomes very important.\u201d
\nIsaac swallowed.
\n\u201cHe called himself Mr. Vale.\u201d
\nArthur whispered, \u201cVale?\u201d
\nCaleb nodded.
\n\u201cAlias.\u201d
\nIsaac continued.
\n\u201cHe said he represented investors.\u201d
\nMarcus folded his arms.
\n\u201cWhat investors?\u201d
\n\u201cPrivate lenders.\u201d
\n\u201cDid he ask you to move Vance money?\u201d
\nIsaac looked at his father.
\nArthur\u2019s face hardened.
\n\u201cAnswer him.\u201d
\nIsaac\u2019s voice dropped.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nWendy gasped.
\nArthur looked destroyed.
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nMarcus snapped.
\n\u201cTry again.\u201d
\n\u201cMillions.\u201d
\nArthur closed his eyes.
\n\u201cYou idiot.\u201d
\nIsaac suddenly became angry.
\n\u201cI was trying to save the company!\u201d
\nArthur looked at him.
\n\u201cBy stealing from it?\u201d
\n\u201cYou told me we were drowning!\u201d
\n\u201cI told you we had liquidity problems.\u201d
\n\u201cYou said Halston could walk.\u201d
\n\u201cSo you gave company money to a stranger?\u201d
\n\u201cHe promised bridge financing.\u201d
\nMarcus shook his head.
\n\u201cHe recycled stolen company funds through shell corporations, then offered pieces back as loans.\u201d
\nIsaac looked sick.
\nHe had finally understood.
\n\u201cHe said the transfers were temporary.\u201d
\nCaleb asked, \u201cWhat did he want besides money?\u201d
\nIsaac hesitated.
\nI stepped closer.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHis eyes moved toward me.
\nMy blood ran cold.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHe looked away.
\n\u201cWhat did he want from me?\u201d
\nIsaac stayed silent.
\nI grabbed the front of his shirt.
\n\u201cWHAT DID HE WANT?\u201d
\nDetective Harris didn\u2019t stop me.
\nIsaac whispered, \u201cHe wanted to know how quickly your brothers would come.\u201d
\nThe room froze.
\nMy voice became quiet.
\n\u201cSo tonight was planned.\u201d
\nIsaac shook his head.
\n\u201cNot like this.\u201d
\n\u201cYou tied me to a ceiling.\u201d
\n\u201cI was angry.\u201d
\n\u201cYou hit me thirty times.\u201d
\nHis eyes dropped.
\n\u201cClover pushed you.\u201d
\nHe said nothing.
\nThen I understood.
\n\u201cVictor told you to humiliate me.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cIsaac.\u201d
\nHe finally looked up.
\n\u201cHe said if I wanted to prove your family wasn\u2019t as powerful as you claimed, I should force you to call them.\u201d
\nNoah cursed.
\nI felt something inside me go numb.
\nI had married a man stupid enough to turn cruelty into a test for a stranger.
\nIsaac continued quickly.
\n\u201cHe promised nothing serious would happen.\u201d
\nI almost laughed.
\n\u201cNothing serious?\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know about your mother.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat was supposed to happen after my brothers arrived?\u201d
\nIsaac shook his head.
\n\u201cHe never told me.\u201d
\nCaleb looked down the hidden passage.
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nWe all turned.
\n\u201cHe needed every Sterling sibling in one location.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\nJulian asked, \u201cWhy?\u201d
\nCaleb looked toward the door marked 417.
\n\u201cTo get access to something only the six of us could unlock.\u201d
\nArthur suddenly whispered, \u201cThe Sterling protocol.\u201d
\nNoah turned sharply.
\n\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d
\nArthur looked terrified.
\n\u201cYour father once mentioned a failsafe.\u201d
\nMarcus frowned.
\n\u201cWhat failsafe?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said the most sensitive Sterling records were protected so that no single family member could access them alone.\u201d
\nNoah went still.
\nI remembered something.
\nOur father had given each of us a small object before he died.
\nNot money.
\nNot jewelry.
\nSomething personal.
\nA token.
\nNoah had a silver coin.
\nLeo had an old key.
\nJulian received a metal compass.
\nMarcus had a black signet ring.
\nCaleb got a steel card with strange markings.
\nAnd me?
\nI had received my mother\u2019s necklace.
\nI touched my throat.
\nI still wore it.
\nEvery day.
\nCaleb noticed.
\n\u201cFlora.\u201d
\nI looked at him.
\nHis eyes dropped to the pendant.
\nThen suddenly I remembered my mother\u2019s voice from childhood.
\nFlora, listen to me.
\nIf one day everyone tells you the door is locked\u2026
\nDon\u2019t believe them.
\nFind your brothers.
\nMy knees weakened.
\n\u201cI know what 417 is.\u201d
\nNoah stared at me.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cIt isn\u2019t a room.\u201d
\nArthur had said the same thing earlier.
\nBut now I understood more.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s a vault.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nMarcus\u2019s eyes widened.
\n\u201cA family vault.\u201d
\nI looked toward the steel door.
\n\u201cAnd Victor needs all six of us to open it.\u201d
\nCaleb\u2019s jaw tightened.
\n\u201cWhich means your mother isn\u2019t behind that door.\u201d
\nThe live video had been staged.
\nA different door.
\nSame number.
\nDifferent location.
\nVictor wanted us to open this one.
\nNoah pulled out his phone.
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t.\u201d
\nThen every speaker in the ballroom crackled.
\nVictor\u2019s voice filled the room.
\n\u201cOh, Noah.\u201d
\nWe all froze.
\n\u201cYou always were the stubborn one.\u201d
\nCaleb looked around.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s inside the system.\u201d
\nVictor continued.
\n\u201cFlora understands.\u201d
\nI stared at the ceiling.
\n\u201cYou want the vault.\u201d
\n\u201cCorrect.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd my mother?\u201d
\nA pause.
\nThen the ballroom television turned on.
\nMy mother appeared again.
\nThis time Victor stood behind her.
\nGray hair.
\nDark suit.
\nCalm smile.
\nAlive.
\nClose enough to touch her shoulder.
\nHe looked directly into the camera.
\n\u201cOpen Door 417.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nVictor smiled.
\nThen another camera feed appeared beside my mother.
\nA hospital room.
\nA man lay unconscious in a bed.
\nI didn\u2019t recognize him.
\nNoah did.
\nHis face collapsed.
\n\u201cJesus.\u201d
\nI turned.
\n\u201cWho is that?\u201d
\nNoah stared at the screen.
\nHis voice broke.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s Peter.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cOur father\u2019s old physician.\u201d
\nVictor\u2019s smile widened.
\n\u201cThe only living man who can prove who poisoned your father.\u201d
\nMy mother began shaking her head violently.
\n\u201cNo! Flora, don\u2019t listen\u2014\u201d
\nVictor covered her mouth.
\nI stepped toward the screen.
\n\u201cLet her go.\u201d
\n\u201cOpen the vault.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd then?\u201d
\n\u201cYou get your mother.\u201d
\nNoah whispered, \u201cHe\u2019s lying.\u201d
\nI knew.
\nBut then Victor added:
\n\u201cAnd you get the original toxicology report.\u201d
\nMarcus froze.
\nCaleb stopped moving.
\nVictor continued.
\n\u201cThe report your mother tried to steal twelve years ago.\u201d
\nI looked at my mother.
\nTears filled her eyes.
\nNot fear.
\nGuilt.
\nVictor slowly removed his hand from her mouth.
\nI whispered, \u201cMom?\u201d
\nShe looked into the camera.
\nThen said the sentence I was terrified to hear.
\n\u201cFlora\u2026 I did go into your father\u2019s study that night.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cBut I didn\u2019t poison him.\u201d
\nVictor smiled.
\nMy mother began crying.
\n\u201cI was trying to save him.\u201d
\nThe screen went black.
\nThen the steel door at the end of the passage made a heavy mechanical sound.
\nCLICK.
\nSix small compartments opened across its surface.
\nSix shapes.
\nA coin.
\nA key.
\nA compass.
\nA ring.
\nA card.
\nAnd a necklace.
\nMy brothers slowly looked at one another.
\nThen at me.
\nVictor\u2019s voice returned one last time.
\n\u201cAll six children.\u201d
\nA pause.
\n\u201cOne door.\u201d
\nThen he whispered:
\n\u201cLet\u2019s finally see what your parents died trying to hide.\u201d<\/p>\n
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