PART 2 \u2014 THE HOUSE WAS NEVER YOURS
\n\u201cExactly what I said.\u201d
\nDad reached for his coffee as casually as if Vanessa had asked him about the weather.
\nThrough the speaker, I heard Grant whisper something.
\nThen Vanessa said, \u201cDad\u2026 where are you?\u201d
\n\u201cHaving breakfast.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nDad looked at me.
\n\u201cWith Natalie.\u201d
\nAnother silence.
\nThis one lasted longer.
\nThen Grant exploded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the hell are you doing at her house?\u201d
\nDad\u2019s face changed.
\nNot dramatically.
\nJust enough.
\nHis jaw tightened.
\nHis eyes hardened.
\n\u201cInteresting question, Grant.\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t mean\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cNo, I heard exactly what you meant.\u201d
\nVanessa jumped in quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, there\u2019s obviously been some kind of misunderstanding.\u201d
\n\u201cA misunderstanding?\u201d
\nDad glanced at the phone.
\n\u201cYou called my daughter at six-thirty in the morning and told her I was dead.\u201d
\nVanessa said nothing.
\n\u201cYou told her Harold found my body.\u201d
\nStill nothing.
\n\u201cYou told her you\u2019d found my papers, that you owned my house, my truck, and my bank accounts.\u201d
\n\u201cDad, listen\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cAnd then your husband said Natalie was finally out of the family.\u201d
\nGrant muttered something I couldn\u2019t understand.
\nDad leaned closer to the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I\u2019m curious, Vanessa. Which part was the misunderstanding?\u201d
\nHer answer came quietly.
\n\u201cWe thought you were dead.\u201d
\nDad actually laughed.
\nIt wasn\u2019t a happy laugh.
\nIt was the kind of laugh people make when a lie is so insulting that anger temporarily becomes disbelief.
\n\u201cYou thought I was dead?\u201d
\n\u201cHarold told us\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cCareful.\u201d
\nDad\u2019s voice became sharper.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold is sitting exactly twelve minutes away from you, and I can call him right now.\u201d
\nVanessa stopped.
\nDad waited.
\n\u201cSo,\u201d he continued, \u201cwould you like another chance at that answer?\u201d
\nNothing.
\nThen Grant said, \u201cThis is ridiculous.\u201d
\nDad ignored him.
\nVanessa finally whispered, \u201cWe went to the house last night.\u201d
\nMy father stopped moving.
\nThat sentence mattered.
\nI could tell immediately.
\n\u201cWhat time?\u201d
\n\u201cAround eleven.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd why were you in my house at eleven o\u2019clock?\u201d
\nVanessa hesitated.
\n\u201cWe were worried about you.\u201d
\nDad looked at me.
\nI nearly laughed.
\nVanessa hadn\u2019t visited him in almost three weeks.
\nDad knew it.
\nI knew it.
\nAnd judging by the silence coming from Grant, he knew it too.
\n\u201cWorried about me,\u201d Dad repeated.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cSo worried that you went through my office?\u201d
\n\u201cWe didn\u2019t go through\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cYou just told Natalie you found my papers.\u201d
\nVanessa inhaled sharply.
\nDad leaned back.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not very good at this.\u201d
\nGrant suddenly grabbed the phone.
\n\u201cOkay, enough.\u201d
\nHis voice had lost every trace of amusement.
\n\u201cYou want the truth?\u201d
\nDad smiled faintly.
\n\u201cThat would be refreshing.\u201d
\n\u201cWe went there because Vanessa couldn\u2019t reach you.\u201d
\n\u201cShe called twice.\u201d
\n\u201cExactly.\u201d
\n\u201cAt eleven-thirty at night.\u201d
\n\u201cExactly.\u201d
\n\u201cI was asleep.\u201d
\n\u201cWell, we didn\u2019t know that!\u201d
\nDad stared at the speaker.
\nGrant continued.
\n\u201cWe drove over. Your truck wasn\u2019t there. Nobody answered. We got worried.\u201d
\n\u201cThen how did you get inside?\u201d
\nThat stopped him.
\nDad\u2019s front door required a key.
\nThere was no keypad.
\nNo hidden spare beneath a flowerpot.
\nDad had always said hiding a key outside was \u201cjust giving burglars a participation trophy.\u201d
\nVanessa answered this time.
\n\u201cYou gave me a key.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cYears ago.\u201d
\n\u201cI changed the locks eighteen months ago.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nDad looked at me.
\nSomething cold moved through my stomach.
\nBecause suddenly this wasn\u2019t funny anymore.
\n\u201cVanessa,\u201d Dad said slowly, \u201chow did you get into my house?\u201d
\nShe didn\u2019t answer.
\nDad repeated the question.
\n\u201cHow did you get into my house?\u201d
\nGrant muttered, \u201cWe should hang up.\u201d
\nDad heard him.
\n\u201cNo. You absolutely should not.\u201d
\n\u201cDad\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cTell me how you got inside.\u201d
\nAnother long pause.
\nThen Vanessa said, \u201cThe back door was unlocked.\u201d
\nDad\u2019s eyes met mine.
\nI knew that wasn\u2019t true.
\nHe knew that wasn\u2019t true.
\nBecause two nights earlier, Dad had called me from a motel outside Knoxville.
\nHe had been frightened.
\nNot dramatically frightened.
\nDad wasn\u2019t that kind of man.
\nBut frightened enough to drive through the night.
\nFrightened enough to show up at my house shortly after midnight.
\nFrightened enough to bring a metal lockbox containing documents he\u2019d never shown anyone.
\nAnd frightened enough to say:
\n\u201cNatalie, I think somebody has been inside my house.\u201d
\nThat was the part Vanessa didn\u2019t know.
\nForty-eight hours earlier, Dad had noticed tiny things out of place.
\nHis desk drawer wasn\u2019t fully closed.
\nA folder containing property records had been moved.
\nHis spare truck key was missing.
\nSomeone had tried opening the small fireproof safe beneath his desk.
\nAnd most importantly, an envelope containing an old copy of his will had disappeared.
\nDad hadn\u2019t called Vanessa.
\nHe called me.
\nI bought him a plane ticket.
\nBut halfway to the airport, he changed his mind.
\nInstead, he drove.
\nHe didn\u2019t tell Vanessa where he was going.
\nHe didn\u2019t tell Grant.
\nHe told only Harold.
\nWhich meant Vanessa\u2019s claim that Harold had found Dad dead was more than a random lie.
\nShe had deliberately used the name of the only other person who knew Dad had left town.
\nDad looked at me now.
\nI knew exactly what he was thinking.
\nSo did he.
\n\u201cVanessa,\u201d he said, \u201cdid you speak to Harold yesterday?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThis morning?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why did you tell Natalie that Harold found me dead?\u201d
\nVanessa went silent.
\nGrant whispered, \u201cHang up.\u201d
\nThis time Dad heard him clearly.
\n\u201cIf either of you disconnects this call, I\u2019m calling the sheriff.\u201d
\nVanessa gasped.
\n\u201cDad!\u201d
\n\u201cYou broke into my house.\u201d
\n\u201cWe did not!\u201d
\n\u201cYou apparently entered my locked home without permission, searched my office, removed documents, and then told my daughter I was dead.\u201d
\n\u201cWe didn\u2019t remove anything!\u201d
\nDad\u2019s expression changed.
\nThat was the wrong answer.
\nBecause he hadn\u2019t accused them of removing anything specific.
\nNot yet.
\nHe slowly placed his coffee cup down.
\n\u201cWhat didn\u2019t you remove?\u201d
\nVanessa realized her mistake.
\n\u201cN-nothing.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat didn\u2019t you remove, Vanessa?\u201d
\n\u201cI meant\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cThe will?\u201d
\nSilence.
\n\u201cThe deed?\u201d
\nSilence.
\n\u201cThe bank statements?\u201d
\n\u201cDad, stop.\u201d
\n\u201cThe spare truck key?\u201d
\nVanessa said nothing.
\nDad looked at me.
\nThere it was.
\nConfirmation.
\nAt least some of the missing items had ended up exactly where he\u2019d suspected.
\nBut then Grant said something that surprised both of us.
\n\u201cNone of this matters anyway.\u201d
\nDad\u2019s eyebrows lifted.
\n\u201cExcuse me?\u201d
\n\u201cYou already signed everything.\u201d
\nVanessa hissed, \u201cGrant!\u201d
\nBut it was too late.
\nDad went perfectly still.
\n\u201cWhat did I sign?\u201d
\nGrant didn\u2019t answer.
\nDad stood.
\n\u201cWhat did I sign, Grant?\u201d
\nVanessa started talking quickly.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s upset. He doesn\u2019t know what he\u2019s saying.\u201d
\nGrant shouted over her.
\n\u201cI\u2019m saying we\u2019re protected!\u201d
\n\u201cProtected from what?\u201d I finally asked.
\nGrant apparently forgot I was listening.
\n\u201cNatalie, stay out of this!\u201d
\n\u201cIt\u2019s my phone.\u201d
\n\u201cThis has nothing to do with you!\u201d
\nDad cut in.
\n\u201cIt has everything to do with her.\u201d
\nThen he said something I hadn\u2019t expected.
\n\u201cBecause as of yesterday afternoon, Natalie owns the house.\u201d
\nI turned toward him.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nApparently Vanessa said the same thing because her voice came through the speaker almost simultaneously.
\n\u201cWHAT?\u201d
\nDad calmly picked up another piece of bacon.
\n\u201cI transferred it.\u201d
\nMy mouth fell open.
\n\u201cDad\u2014\u201d
\nHe raised one finger toward me.
\n\u201cLet me finish.\u201d
\nVanessa sounded breathless.
\n\u201cYou can\u2019t do that.\u201d
\n\u201cI can.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, you can\u2019t!\u201d
\n\u201cI already did.\u201d
\n\u201cThat house is supposed to come to me!\u201d
\nThere it was.
\nNot grief.
\nNot confusion.
\nNot concern.
\nOwnership.
\nDad\u2019s expression became almost sad.
\n\u201cSupposed to?\u201d
\n\u201cYou promised!\u201d
\n\u201cNo. Your mother and I once discussed leaving the property equally between you and Natalie.\u201d
\n\u201cExactly!\u201d
\n\u201cEqually.\u201d
\nVanessa didn\u2019t answer.
\nDad continued.
\n\u201cThen your mother died. Natalie moved away. You stayed nearby. And somewhere along the way, you apparently decided proximity meant ownership.\u201d
\n\u201cI took care of you!\u201d
\nDad\u2019s voice hardened.
\n\u201cYou brought groceries twice last winter.\u201d
\n\u201cI did more than that!\u201d
\n\u201cYou sent me invoices.\u201d
\nI nearly choked on my coffee.
\nDad glanced at me.
\n\u201cYes. Actual invoices.\u201d
\n\u201cFor expenses!\u201d
\n\u201cYou charged me seventy-five dollars for driving me to an eye appointment.\u201d
\n\u201cGas costs money!\u201d
\n\u201cIt was six miles.\u201d
\nGrant interrupted.
\n\u201cThis is getting petty.\u201d
\nDad laughed.
\n\u201cYou announced my death before breakfast, Grant. I think we\u2019ve already passed petty.\u201d
\nI covered my mouth.
\nEven furious, my father remained my father.
\nVanessa wasn\u2019t amused.
\n\u201cYou transferred the house to Natalie?\u201d
\n\u201cYesterday.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nDad didn\u2019t answer immediately.
\nThen he looked at me.
\n\u201cBecause two days ago, someone tried to file paperwork against it.\u201d
\nThe kitchen suddenly felt colder.
\n\u201cWhat paperwork?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cA home equity loan.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\nVanessa made a strange sound through the phone.
\nDad heard it too.
\n\u201cInteresting,\u201d he said.
\n\u201cDad, I don\u2019t know anything about that.\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t say you did.\u201d
\n\u201cBut you\u2019re implying\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t imply anything.\u201d
\nDad walked toward the counter where his leather folder sat.
\nHe opened it.
\nInside were photocopies, notes, and several envelopes.
\nHe removed one sheet.
\n\u201cThree days ago, my bank called because someone requested verification of ownership.\u201d
\nGrant stopped talking.
\nDad continued.
\n\u201cYesterday morning, my attorney discovered someone had submitted preliminary loan documents using my name.\u201d
\n\u201cDad, that\u2019s insane.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cYou think we did it?\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t say that.\u201d
\n\u201cYou obviously do!\u201d
\nDad\u2019s voice lowered.
\n\u201cWhat I think is that somebody believed I was an elderly widower who wouldn\u2019t notice paperwork disappearing from his desk.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cHow much was the loan?\u201d
\nDad looked at the paper.
\n\u201cTwo hundred and eighty thousand dollars.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\nVanessa said nothing.
\nGrant said nothing.
\nDad continued.
\n\u201cAnd here\u2019s the strange part.\u201d
\nHe turned the paper around even though nobody on the phone could see it.
\n\u201cThe application included information from documents that were kept in my locked office.\u201d
\nVanessa finally whispered, \u201cDad\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cYesterday, my attorney stopped the application.\u201d
\nDad tapped the folder.
\n\u201cThen I transferred the house into the family trust we\u2019ve been preparing for months.\u201d
\nI blinked.
\n\u201cWait. You said I own it.\u201d
\n\u201cYou control the trust.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\nDad gave me a small smile.
\n\u201cEffective yesterday.\u201d
\nVanessa erupted.
\n\u201cYou made HER trustee?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause she didn\u2019t try to steal my house.\u201d
\nThat ended the conversation for several seconds.
\nThen Grant shouted:
\n\u201cYou can\u2019t prove anything!\u201d
\nDad\u2019s face changed instantly.
\nI felt my pulse jump.
\nHe hadn\u2019t accused Grant.
\nNot directly.
\nYet Grant had defended himself.
\nDad noticed too.
\n\u201cProve what?\u201d
\nGrant didn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cGrant?\u201d
\nNothing.
\nThen the call disconnected.
\nDad stared at my phone.
\nI stared at Dad.
\nNeither of us spoke.
\nFinally I whispered, \u201cShould we call the police?\u201d
\nDad looked toward the window.
\n\u201cNot yet.\u201d
\n\u201cDad, they broke into your house.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cThey might have your documents.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd somebody tried borrowing almost three hundred thousand dollars against your property.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why are we waiting?\u201d
\nDad slowly closed the leather folder.
\n\u201cBecause there\u2019s something I haven\u2019t told you.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe walked toward the guest room.
\nA minute later, he returned carrying the small metal lockbox he\u2019d brought with him.
\nHe placed it on my kitchen table.
\nThen he unlocked it.
\nInside were old photographs, insurance documents, bank statements, property records, and a sealed yellow envelope.
\nDad removed the envelope.
\nMy name was written across the front.
\nNATALIE.
\n\u201cWhat is that?\u201d
\n\u201cSomething your mother left.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\nMom had been dead six years.
\n\u201cWhy haven\u2019t I seen it?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause she asked me not to give it to you unless something happened.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat kind of something?\u201d
\nDad stared at the envelope.
\n\u201cSomething involving Vanessa.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t speak.
\nDad slid the envelope across the table.
\nMy fingers trembled as I picked it up.
\nThe seal had never been broken.
\nI looked at him.
\n\u201cWhat did Mom know?\u201d
\nDad sat down.
\n\u201cMore than I did.\u201d
\nI tore open the envelope.
\nInside was a handwritten letter and a small brass key taped to the bottom.
\nThe letter began:
\nMy darling Natalie,
\nIf your father has given you this letter, then something I spent years hoping would never happen has finally happened.
\nI stopped breathing for a second.
\nDad watched me silently.
\nI continued.
\nVanessa believes the house belongs to her.
\nShe has believed that for longer than you know.
\nBut the house is only the beginning.
\nI looked up.
\n\u201cDad\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cKeep reading.\u201d
\nMy hands shook.
\nThere is something hidden in Harold Pike\u2019s old funeral home that your sister must never find before you do.
\nMy eyes moved to the brass key.
\nBelow it, Mom had written one final sentence.
\nIf Vanessa ever tells you your father is dead before you have seen his body yourself, go to Harold immediately.
\nDo not confront her.
\nDo not warn her.
\nAnd whatever you do, do not let Grant get there first.
\nI stared at those words until they blurred.
\nThen Dad\u2019s phone rang.
\nWe both jumped.
\nThe caller was Harold.
\nDad answered immediately.
\n\u201cHarold?\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t hear what Harold said.
\nBut I watched the color drain from my father\u2019s face.
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\nDad listened.
\nThen he stood so quickly his chair scraped across the floor.
\n\u201cI\u2019m coming.\u201d
\nHe ended the call.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\nDad grabbed his keys.
\n\u201cSomeone broke into Harold\u2019s old funeral home twenty minutes ago.\u201d
\nMy fingers closed around Mom\u2019s brass key.
\n\u201cDid they take anything?\u201d
\nDad looked at the open letter in my hands.
\n\u201cHarold doesn\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThen his phone buzzed again.
\nThis time it was a text.
\nDad opened it.
\nHis expression went completely blank.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe handed me the phone.
\nIt was a photograph from Harold.
\nA security camera image.
\nThe timestamp read 6:47 A.M.
\nA man in a dark jacket was standing beside the rear entrance of the old funeral home.
\nHis face was turned toward the camera.
\nI knew him immediately.
\nGrant.
\nBut he wasn\u2019t alone.
\nA woman stood beside him.
\nAt first, I assumed it was Vanessa.
\nThen I enlarged the photograph.
\nAnd my stomach dropped.
\nIt wasn\u2019t my sister.
\nIt was someone I hadn\u2019t seen since my mother\u2019s funeral six years earlier.
\nSomeone Vanessa had repeatedly told us had moved overseas.
\nSomeone Dad believed had disappeared from our lives forever.
\nDad looked at me.
\n\u201cRecognize her?\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nBecause suddenly my sister lying about Dad\u2019s death wasn\u2019t the strangest thing that had happened that morning.
\nNot even close.
\nI turned Mom\u2019s letter over.
\nThere, written faintly along the bottom of the final page, was a name.
\nThe same woman\u2019s name.
\nAnd beneath it, my mother had written five words that made Dad grab the table for support when I read them aloud:
\n\u201cShe knows Vanessa isn\u2019t yours.\u201d
\nTO BE CONTINUED\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026.<\/p>\n
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