{"id":8470,"date":"2026-10-13T04:12:49","date_gmt":"2026-10-13T04:12:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/?p=8470"},"modified":"2026-10-13T04:12:49","modified_gmt":"2026-10-13T04:12:49","slug":"part-8-the-last-promise-grandpa-made-before-he-died","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/?p=8470","title":{"rendered":"PART 8 \u2014 THE LAST PROMISE GRANDPA MADE BEFORE HE DIED"},"content":{"rendered":"

ASK YOUR GRANDFATHER WHAT HE AGREED TO.<\/strong>
\nI stared at those seven words until the letters blurred.
\nGrandpa had been dead for two days.
\nI had watched them lower his coffin into the ground.
\nI had stood beside his grave while the rain soaked through my black dress.
\nAnd now someone was sending me photographs of him, alive and sitting across from a stranger, as though the man who raised me had taken another secret into the grave.
\nMy hands began trembling.
\n\u201cMr. Harrison,\u201d I whispered, \u201cwho was Grandpa meeting?\u201d
\nThe attorney leaned over my shoulder.
\nHis face went pale.
\n\u201cWhere did you get that?\u201d
\n\u201cSomeone just sent it to me.\u201d
\nHe took a closer look at the photograph.
\nGrandpa was sitting behind his study desk.
\nHis favorite blue cardigan hung loosely from his shoulders.
\nAcross from him sat a person wearing a black coat.
\nOnly one side of the stranger\u2019s face was visible.
\nBut I noticed something immediately.
\nA silver ring.
\nLarge.
\nSquare.
\nWith a dark red stone.
\nMr. Harrison went completely still.
\n\u201cOh, no,\u201d he whispered.
\nI turned toward him.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe didn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cMr. Harrison, you promised me no more secrets.\u201d
\nHe swallowed.
\n\u201cI recognize that ring.\u201d
\nMy heart began pounding.
\n\u201cWho is it?\u201d
\nBefore he could answer, Mrs. Collins grabbed my phone.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

\u201cEmily, we need to show these messages to the police immediately.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nBut my eyes remained fixed on Mr. Harrison.
\n\u201cTell me who he is.\u201d
\nThe attorney closed his eyes.
\nThen he whispered a name.
\n\u201cVictor Sloane.\u201d
\nMrs. Collins gasped.
\nI looked between them.
\n\u201cWho is Victor Sloane?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison slowly sat down.
\n\u201cHe was Richard\u2019s business partner.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWas?\u201d
\n\u201cHe left the company seventeen years ago. Officially, he resigned after an internal dispute.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd unofficially?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison looked at the photograph.
\n\u201cYour grandfather believed Victor helped conceal the money Richard had taken.\u201d
\nA chill moved down my spine.
\n\u201cThe money from Grandpa\u2019s property?\u201d
\n\u201cAnd possibly much more.\u201d
\nI stared at the stranger\u2019s silver ring.
\n\u201cThen why was Grandpa meeting him three weeks before he died?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison hesitated.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what concerns me.\u201d
\nI felt anger rising.
\n\u201cYou knew this man existed?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you never told me?\u201d
\n\u201cEmily, we only discovered the connection recently. Your grandfather asked us to verify it before\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cBefore what?\u201d
\nHe fell silent.
\nI looked straight into his eyes.
\n\u201cBefore he died?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison lowered his head.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nFor a moment, I wanted to scream.
\nEvery time I thought I had reached the bottom of this nightmare, another secret appeared.
\nAnother name.
\nAnother lie.
\nAnother piece of my childhood that somebody had hidden.
\nI looked at Rebecca\u2019s photograph resting on the desk.
\nMy mother.
\nAlive.
\nWaiting somewhere.
\nAnd now someone was threatening her.
\nI wiped my tears.
\n\u201cCall the police.\u201d
\nMrs. Collins immediately nodded.
\nMr. Harrison stepped outside the storage facility\u2019s office and contacted the investigator handling the break-in.
\nI sat in silence while he explained the threatening messages, the photographs, and the cassette recording we\u2019d discovered.
\nWhen he returned, his expression was serious.
\n\u201cAn investigator is coming to collect the recording and document the threats. Officers are also contacting St. Catherine\u2019s about Rebecca\u2019s safety.\u201d
\nI stood.
\n\u201cThen I want to go to her.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison nodded.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll request permission through the patient advocate and follow their instructions.\u201d
\nI looked down at the photograph.
\nMy mother was sitting beside a hospital window.
\nSomeone had been standing behind her.
\nWatching.
\nI whispered, \u201cPlease be okay, Mom.\u201d
\nThen my phone vibrated again.
\nAnother unknown message.
\nThis time, there were no threats.
\nJust one sentence.
\nTHE OLD MAN LIED TO YOU ABOUT THE FIRE.<\/strong>
\nI stopped breathing.
\nMr. Harrison saw my expression.
\n\u201cWhat now?\u201d
\nI showed him.
\nHe stared at the screen.
\n\u201cThe fire?\u201d
\nI nodded.
\n\u201cRebecca\u2019s old house.\u201d
\nMrs. Collins stepped closer.
\n\u201cThe house Richard claimed was destroyed.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\nThe attic.
\nThe painted stars.
\nThe loose floorboard.
\nThe blue box.
\nSomeone had broken in before we could get there.
\nAnd whoever they were had taken something.
\nBut now I was being told Grandpa had lied about the fire.
\nI looked at Mr. Harrison.
\n\u201cDid Grandpa know who started it?\u201d
\nHe didn\u2019t answer immediately.
\nThen he whispered, \u201cHe suspected.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nThe attorney looked toward the storage unit.
\n\u201cEmily, eleven years ago, your grandfather bought Rebecca\u2019s damaged house through a trust.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cBut he didn\u2019t purchase it simply because it had once belonged to your mother.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cThen why?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison took a deep breath.
\n\u201cBecause he believed the fire had been deliberately set.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cBy Richard?\u201d
\n\u201cHe suspected someone connected to Richard. But he never established who was responsible.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nMy mother\u2019s home.
\nThe place where she\u2019d baked cookies with me.
\nThe place where she\u2019d painted stars on the ceiling.
\nSomeone had tried to burn it.
\nPossibly to destroy the evidence she\u2019d hidden.
\nAnd Grandpa had spent years preserving what remained.
\nI opened my eyes.
\n\u201cDid he ever find anything?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison shook his head.
\n\u201cNot enough to prove what happened.\u201d
\nThen Mrs. Collins spoke.
\n\u201cThomas, what about the renovation invoices?\u201d
\nHe turned toward her.
\n\u201cWhat invoices?\u201d
\nShe looked at me.
\n\u201cYour grandfather hired someone to inspect the house shortly after purchasing it.\u201d
\nMy pulse quickened.
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cThe contractor reported that the fire damage was concentrated near the attic stairs.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cThe attic stairs?\u201d
\nMrs. Collins nodded.
\n\u201cBut the little room beneath the roof remained mostly intact.\u201d
\nI thought about my childhood memory.
\nThe glowing stars.
\nThe little window.
\nThe loose floorboard.
\nAnd suddenly, something felt wrong.
\n\u201cIf the attic survived,\u201d I whispered, \u201cwhy did Grandpa never open the floorboard himself?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison hesitated.
\nThen answered.
\n\u201cBecause he couldn\u2019t remember where the hiding place was.\u201d
\nI looked up.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cYour grandfather knew Rebecca had hidden something. But he didn\u2019t know where.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cAnd he never asked me?\u201d
\nMrs. Collins\u2019s eyes softened.
\n\u201cEmily, he didn\u2019t want to force you to revisit memories that frightened you.\u201d
\nMy throat tightened.
\nI thought about all the nights Grandpa had comforted me after nightmares.
\nHe\u2019d never pressured me.
\nNever demanded explanations.
\nNever treated me like a witness.
\nOnly like a little girl who needed someone to hold her hand.
\nI wiped my eyes.
\n\u201cHe was trying to protect me.\u201d
\nMrs. Collins nodded.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI took a breath.
\n\u201cBut I don\u2019t need protecting anymore.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison studied me.
\nThen quietly said, \u201cYour grandfather hoped you\u2019d say that someday.\u201d
\nBefore I could respond, a police vehicle pulled into the parking lot.
\nTwo investigators stepped out.
\nOne was a woman in her forties with short black hair.
\nShe introduced herself as Detective Sarah Morgan.
\nHer partner, Detective James Porter, stood beside her.
\nMr. Harrison explained what we\u2019d discovered.
\nThe recording.
\nThe documents.
\nThe threatening messages.
\nThe photographs of Grandpa.
\nDetective Morgan listened without interrupting.
\nThen she looked at me.
\n\u201cEmily, I understand this is overwhelming. But I need to ask you something.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\n\u201cHave you told anyone outside this group about the storage unit?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cHave you posted anything online?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cDid your parents know you were coming here?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nHer eyes narrowed slightly.
\n\u201cBoth of them?\u201d
\nI nodded.
\n\u201cRichard tried to stop me.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan wrote something in her notebook.
\n\u201cAnd did he know the unit number?\u201d
\nI hesitated.
\n\u201cYes. He knew about the key.\u201d
\nShe looked at the photograph of Grandpa and Victor.
\n\u201cDo you recognize the person sitting across from your grandfather?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison spoke.
\n\u201cWe believe it may be Victor Sloane, a former business partner of Richard Bennett.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan studied the picture.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll look into that identification.\u201d
\nThen she turned toward me.
\n\u201cEmily, those messages suggest someone may be watching you.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cUntil we know who\u2019s responsible, I recommend you avoid traveling alone and notify us immediately if you receive further contact.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nBut then I asked the question that mattered most.
\n\u201cWhat about my mother?\u201d
\nDetective Morgan\u2019s expression softened.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ve contacted the local authorities where she\u2019s receiving care. They\u2019re working with the facility to assess her safety.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cCan I see her?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll help coordinate with the staff, but the facility and Rebecca\u2019s own wishes will determine when a visit can happen.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nMy mother had lost seventeen years.
\nI could wait long enough to make sure she felt safe.
\nDetective Morgan took photographs of the records and arranged for the original cassette to be collected as evidence.
\nBefore leaving, she asked Mr. Harrison for a list of everyone who knew about Grandpa\u2019s investigation.
\nHe gave her several names.
\nRichard Bennett.
\nMargaret Bennett.
\nVictor Sloane.
\nHelen Carter.
\nAnd one name I didn\u2019t recognize.
\nDaniel Whitmore.
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cWho\u2019s Daniel Whitmore?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison looked up sharply.
\n\u201cA former employee of Richard\u2019s company.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan paused.
\n\u201cDo you know him?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison nodded.
\n\u201cHe handled internal accounting records around the time Rebecca disappeared.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWas he involved?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know,\u201d the attorney replied.
\nBut something about his expression troubled me.
\nHe knew more.
\nI could feel it.
\nAnd this time, I wasn\u2019t going to let anyone decide what I deserved to hear.
\n\u201cMr. Harrison,\u201d I said quietly, \u201cwhat aren\u2019t you telling me?\u201d
\nHe looked exhausted.
\nThen he answered.
\n\u201cYour grandfather believed Daniel Whitmore was the person who initially helped Rebecca copy the financial records.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cThen he was helping my mother?\u201d
\n\u201cPossibly.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened to him?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison hesitated.
\n\u201cHe disappeared from the company shortly after the fire.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nAnother disappearance.
\nAnother person connected to Rebecca.
\nAnother secret.
\nDetective Morgan exchanged a look with her partner.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll need everything you have about him.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison nodded.
\nAs the detectives prepared to leave, one of them received a call.
\nDetective Porter stepped outside.
\nA minute later, he returned with a troubled expression.
\n\u201cSarah,\u201d he said, \u201cwe have an update from the old Lane property.\u201d
\nMy heartbeat quickened.
\nDetective Morgan turned.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\nPorter looked directly at me.
\n\u201cThe responding officers found signs of forced entry and a recently disturbed section of flooring.\u201d
\nI gripped the desk.
\n\u201cThe attic?\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cDid they find anything?\u201d
\nHe hesitated.
\n\u201cThey found an empty compartment beneath the floorboards.\u201d
\nMy heart sank.
\nThe blue box really was gone.
\nThen Porter continued.
\n\u201cBut there was something else.\u201d
\nI looked up.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cA small piece of fabric caught beneath one of the boards.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan frowned.
\n\u201cWhat kind of fabric?\u201d
\nPorter checked his notes.
\n\u201cDark wool. Possibly from a coat.\u201d
\nI immediately remembered the person standing behind my mother in the hospital photograph.
\nThe dark coat.
\nThe hidden face.
\nMy breathing quickened.
\n\u201cCould it be the same person?\u201d
\nDetective Morgan looked at me.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s too early to know.\u201d
\nThen Porter added,
\n\u201cThe officers also recovered a partial shoe impression and a torn envelope.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison stepped forward.
\n\u201cAn envelope?\u201d
\nPorter nodded.
\n\u201cSomeone had written a name on it.\u201d
\nMy pulse hammered.
\n\u201cWhat name?\u201d
\nHe looked at his notes.
\n\u201cEmily Lane.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nMy mother\u2019s name for me.
\nMy real name.
\nI whispered, \u201cWhy would my name be in the attic?\u201d
\nDetective Morgan looked at me.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s something we\u2019ll investigate.\u201d
\nI pressed my hands against the desk.
\nRebecca had hidden the evidence before she was injured.
\nGrandpa had preserved the house.
\nSomeone had stolen the blue box.
\nAnd now my name had been found on an envelope near the hiding place.
\nI felt as though the entire past was reaching toward me.
\nTrying to tell me something.
\nBut I still couldn\u2019t hear it clearly.
\nThen my phone rang.
\nNot a message.
\nAn actual call.
\nUnknown number.
\nDetective Morgan looked at the screen.
\n\u201cWould you like to answer it on speaker?\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nShe started a recording with my permission.
\nI pressed the green button.
\n\u201cHello?\u201d
\nFor several seconds, there was silence.
\nThen I heard breathing.
\nSlow.
\nRagged.
\nA man\u2019s breathing.
\n\u201cEmily?\u201d someone whispered.
\nI froze.
\n\u201cWho is this?\u201d
\nA pause.
\nThen the voice returned.
\n\u201cYou found Rebecca\u2019s things.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nDetective Morgan held up a finger, signaling me to keep talking.
\n\u201cYes,\u201d I said carefully. \u201cWho are you?\u201d
\nThe man coughed.
\n\u201cMy name doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d
\n\u201cIt matters to me.\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\nThen he whispered,
\n\u201cYour grandfather promised he wouldn\u2019t let you find the box.\u201d
\nI felt my blood turn cold.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cHe promised to keep you away from that house.\u201d
\nMy hands shook.
\n\u201cWho are you?\u201d
\nThe man ignored the question.
\n\u201cYou need to stop looking.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nHis voice grew strained.
\n\u201cBecause Richard isn\u2019t the person you should be most afraid of.\u201d
\nI stared at the phone.
\nDetective Morgan leaned closer.
\n\u201cAsk him where he is,\u201d she mouthed.
\nI nodded.
\n\u201cWhere are you?\u201d
\nThe man laughed weakly.
\n\u201cCloser than you think.\u201d
\nThen he said something that made my heart nearly stop.
\n\u201cYour grandfather knew what was inside the blue box.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cNo. He didn\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cYes, Emily. He did.\u201d
\nMy voice trembled.
\n\u201cThen tell me.\u201d
\nA long silence followed.
\nThen the man whispered,
\n\u201cThe blue box contained evidence of what happened to Rebecca.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cI know that.\u201d
\n\u201cBut that wasn\u2019t all.\u201d
\nMy heartbeat pounded.
\n\u201cWhat else?\u201d
\nThe man\u2019s voice dropped.
\n\u201cIt contained proof of what happened to another child.\u201d
\nI stopped breathing.
\n\u201cAnother child?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy mind raced.
\nRebecca.
\nRichard.
\nMargaret.
\nBrianna.
\nAnother child.
\nI looked toward Mr. Harrison.
\nHe looked just as confused as I felt.
\n\u201cWhat child?\u201d I demanded.
\nThe man inhaled shakily.
\n\u201cThe one who was supposed to disappear with Rebecca.\u201d
\nMy entire body went cold.
\nI whispered, \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d
\nHe didn\u2019t answer immediately.
\nThen he said,
\n\u201cAsk Margaret about the baby.\u201d
\nThe room froze.
\nMy lips parted.
\n\u201cWhat baby?\u201d
\nBut the man continued.
\n\u201cAsk her why she went to St. Catherine\u2019s every year on October fourteenth.\u201d
\nMy stomach twisted.
\nOctober fourteenth.
\nThe night Rebecca was injured.
\nThe anniversary.
\nThe date my entire life changed.
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cWho are you?\u201d
\nThe man coughed again.
\nThen he whispered,
\n\u201cI was there that night.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan leaned closer.
\n\u201cTell him we can protect him,\u201d she whispered.
\nI took a breath.
\n\u201cThe police are here. If you know what happened, you can speak to them.\u201d
\nThe man went silent.
\nThen his voice changed.
\nSuddenly terrified.
\n\u201cNo. No, I shouldn\u2019t have called.\u201d
\n\u201cWait!\u201d
\nBut he kept talking.
\n\u201cThey told me the girl wouldn\u2019t remember.\u201d
\nI felt sick.
\n\u201cThey told me she\u2019d grow up believing whatever they wanted.\u201d
\nMy knees weakened.
\n\u201cWho told you?\u201d
\nA sound came through the phone.
\nA door opening.
\nThen the man gasped.
\n\u201cOh God.\u201d
\nFootsteps.
\nA muffled shout.
\nSomething falling.
\nAnd then\u2014
\nSilence.
\n\u201cHello?\u201d
\nI pressed the phone against my ear.
\n\u201cHELLO?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nDetective Morgan reached for the phone.
\n\u201cSir, this is Detective Sarah Morgan. If you can hear me, tell us where you are.\u201d
\nFor several seconds, there was nothing.
\nThen a different voice spoke.
\nLow.
\nCalm.
\nAlmost amused.
\n\u201cDetective Morgan.\u201d
\nMy blood ran cold.
\nThe voice continued.
\n\u201cYou should have told the girl to stop digging.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan stiffened.
\n\u201cWho is this?\u201d
\nThe man laughed softly.
\n\u201cSomeone who tried to keep a promise.\u201d
\nThen the call ended.
\nI stared at the screen.
\nMy hands were shaking uncontrollably.
\nMr. Harrison looked toward the detective.
\n\u201cCan you trace that?\u201d
\nShe was already speaking to her partner.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll request the necessary emergency information.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cWho was that man?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nThen Mrs. Collins spoke.
\nHer voice was barely audible.
\n\u201cEmily, there\u2019s something I should have told you about Margaret.\u201d
\nI turned toward her.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nShe looked deeply troubled.
\n\u201cAfter you were brought to your grandfather, Margaret became pregnant.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cI know. Brianna was born later.\u201d
\nMrs. Collins shook her head.
\n\u201cNo, sweetheart.\u201d
\nMy heartbeat slowed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThere was another pregnancy.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\nShe swallowed.
\n\u201cBefore Brianna.\u201d
\nI felt the room tilt.
\n\u201cAnother baby?\u201d
\nMrs. Collins nodded.
\n\u201cA boy.\u201d
\nMy mouth went dry.
\n\u201cWhere is he?\u201d
\nShe looked at Mr. Harrison.
\nThen back at me.
\n\u201cAccording to what Richard and Margaret told your grandfather, the baby died shortly after birth.\u201d
\nI froze.
\nA boy.
\nA baby.
\nA brother I had never known existed.
\nMy breathing became shallow.
\n\u201cBut Grandpa didn\u2019t believe them?\u201d
\nMrs. Collins lowered her eyes.
\n\u201cNot after he found certain hospital records.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWhat records?\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\nThen whispered,
\n\u201cRecords indicating the baby may have survived.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison stepped closer.
\n\u201cEmily, your grandfather was still investigating when he became ill.\u201d
\nMy mind raced.
\nThe blue box.
\nThe hidden baby.
\nThe threatening messages.
\nThe mysterious man who had called.
\nAnd Grandpa\u2019s final promise.
\nI looked toward the photograph of Rebecca.
\nThen suddenly remembered the words from the unknown caller.
\nThe one who was supposed to disappear with Rebecca.<\/strong>
\nMy breath caught.
\n\u201cWait.\u201d
\nEveryone turned toward me.
\nI looked at Mrs. Collins.
\n\u201cYou said Margaret had another baby.\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cA boy.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd he was born after I went to live with Grandpa?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cThen how could he have been meant to disappear with Rebecca?\u201d
\nMrs. Collins went still.
\nMr. Harrison looked sharply at the old records.
\nNobody spoke.
\nThen Detective Morgan quietly said,
\n\u201cPerhaps the caller wasn\u2019t talking about Margaret\u2019s baby.\u201d
\nA chill ran down my spine.
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\n\u201cThe caller could have been referring to another child who was already alive that night.\u201d
\nMy hands began trembling.
\nAnother child.
\nAt Rebecca\u2019s house.
\nThe night she was injured.
\nAnd suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind.
\nA dark hallway.
\nA small bedroom.
\nTwo little beds.
\nA blue blanket.
\nAnd a little boy crying behind a door.
\nI grabbed the edge of the desk.
\n\u201cOh my God.\u201d
\nMrs. Collins rushed toward me.
\n\u201cEmily?\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nThe memory grew stronger.
\nRebecca kneeling beside me.
\nHer hands on my shoulders.
\n\u201cEmily, stay here.\u201d
\nThen another voice.
\nA little boy\u2019s voice.
\n\u201cMommy, I\u2019m scared.\u201d
\nMy eyes flew open.
\nI stumbled backward.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison caught my arm.
\n\u201cWhat is it?\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cI remember a boy.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nI could barely breathe.
\n\u201cThere was a little boy in Rebecca\u2019s house.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan stepped closer.
\n\u201cHow old?\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know. Younger than me.\u201d
\nMy voice cracked.
\n\u201cHe was crying.\u201d
\nMrs. Collins covered her mouth.
\nI looked at the photograph of my mother.
\nThen at Grandpa\u2019s handwritten letter.
\nAnd a terrible possibility began forming in my mind.
\nI whispered,
\n\u201cWhat if Rebecca had another child?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nI looked directly at Mr. Harrison.
\n\u201cWhat if she wasn\u2019t just trying to protect me?\u201d
\nThe attorney went pale.
\nThen he reached for the old folder from the storage unit.
\nHe flipped through several pages.
\nStopped.
\nAnd slowly pulled out a document.
\nHis eyes widened.
\n\u201cEmily\u2026\u201d
\nMy heart hammered.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe turned the paper toward me.
\nIt was an old pediatric medical form.
\nDated seventeen years earlier.
\nUnder the section marked CHILDREN IN HOUSEHOLD, two names were written.
\nEmily Rose Lane.
\nAnd beneath mine\u2014
\nNOAH JAMES LANE.<\/strong>
\nI stared at the second name.
\nNoah.
\nSomething moved deep inside my memory.
\nA little boy.
\nDark curls.
\nA blue blanket.
\nA tiny hand reaching for mine.
\nThen I heard my own five-year-old voice.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t cry, Noah. Mommy\u2019s coming back.\u201d
\nTears filled my eyes.
\nI looked up at Mr. Harrison.
\nAnd whispered,
\n\u201cI had a little brother.\u201d
\nBut before anyone could respond, my phone vibrated again.
\nAnother message.
\nThis time, there was no photograph of Grandpa.
\nNo threat about the storage unit.
\nJust a recent picture of a young man standing outside a hospital.
\nHe looked about nineteen.
\nHe had dark brown hair.
\nGreen eyes.
\nRebecca\u2019s eyes.
\nAnd beneath the picture were six words that made my knees collapse.
\nNOAH IS ALIVE. DON\u2019T TRUST ANYONE.<\/strong>
\nEND OF PART 8 \u2014 TO BE CONTINUED\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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<\/div>\n

PART 9 \u2014 THE BROTHER THEY ERASED FROM MY CHILDHOOD<\/h1>\n

NOAH IS ALIVE. DON\u2019T TRUST ANYONE.<\/strong>
\nI stared at the photograph on my phone.
\nA young man stood outside a hospital entrance, wearing a faded black jacket and carrying a worn backpack.
\nHe had dark brown hair.
\nA serious expression.
\nAnd green eyes so familiar that my chest physically hurt.
\nRebecca\u2019s eyes.
\nMy mother\u2019s eyes.
\nFor seventeen years, I had believed I was an only child until Brianna was born.
\nNow someone was telling me I had a brother.
\nA brother named Noah.
\nA brother who might have spent his entire life wondering why his family disappeared.
\nMy knees gave way.
\nMrs. Collins caught me before I hit the floor.
\n\u201cEmily!\u201d
\nI barely heard her.
\nI kept staring at the photograph.
\n\u201cNoah,\u201d I whispered.
\nThe name felt strange on my tongue.
\nBut somewhere deep inside me, something remembered.
\nA little boy with dark curls.
\nA blue blanket.
\nTiny fingers wrapped around mine.
\nAnd a voice calling me \u201cEmmy.\u201d
\nI covered my mouth.
\n\u201cOh my God.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan crouched beside me.
\n\u201cEmily, look at me.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s alive.\u201d
\nShe glanced at the photograph.
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know whether the message is genuine yet.\u201d
\n\u201cBut I remember him!\u201d
\nMy voice cracked.
\n\u201cI remember my brother!\u201d
\nThe room fell silent.
\nMr. Harrison stood beside the desk, gripping the old medical form he\u2019d found among Rebecca\u2019s belongings.
\nMrs. Collins was crying.
\nAnd Detective Morgan watched me carefully.
\n\u201cWhat do you remember?\u201d she asked.
\nI closed my eyes.
\nAt first, everything was darkness.
\nThen the memories came.
\nA small bedroom.
\nYellow curtains.
\nA little wooden train.
\nTwo beds pushed against opposite walls.
\nI was sitting on the floor beside a boy who couldn\u2019t have been older than three.
\nHe was crying because the wheel had fallen off his toy.
\nI remember taking his hand.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t cry, Noah. Grandpa can fix it.\u201d
\nThen another image appeared.
\nRebecca kneeling beside us.
\nHer red hair falling over her shoulders.
\n\u201cTake care of your little brother, Emmy.\u201d
\nI opened my eyes.
\nTears streamed down my face.
\n\u201cShe told me to take care of him.\u201d
\nMrs. Collins covered her mouth.
\nI looked at her desperately.
\n\u201cMy mother told me to take care of Noah.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan gently asked, \u201cCan you remember anything else about him?\u201d
\nI nodded slowly.
\n\u201cHe had a blue blanket. He carried it everywhere.\u201d
\nMy breathing quickened.
\n\u201cAnd he used to call me Emmy because he couldn\u2019t say Emily.\u201d
\nI looked at the photograph again.
\nThe young man\u2019s green eyes seemed to stare directly through me.
\n\u201cWhere has he been?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nI looked toward Mr. Harrison.
\n\u201cDid Grandpa know?\u201d
\nThe attorney slowly lowered the medical form.
\n\u201cEmily, I don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nMy heart sank.
\nHe continued.
\n\u201cYour grandfather\u2019s investigation focused on finding Rebecca. I never saw a complete record establishing what happened to Noah.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cBut his name was right there.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison looked down.
\n\u201cIn a document that remained hidden for seventeen years.\u201d
\nSomething inside me twisted.
\nMy mother had lost two children.
\nNot one.
\nTwo.
\nI stared at the photograph.
\nAnd whispered, \u201cWhat did they do to us?\u201d
\nDetective Morgan stood.
\n\u201cWe need to establish who sent this message and whether the young man is in immediate danger.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\n\u201cCan we find him?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll investigate.\u201d
\nI grabbed her arm.
\n\u201cPlease.\u201d
\nHer expression softened.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll do everything we lawfully can to locate him and establish his identity.\u201d
\nThen her phone rang.
\nShe stepped outside to answer.
\nI sat in silence beside the dusty storage facility desk.
\nThe cassette tape lay in its evidence sleeve.
\nRebecca\u2019s handwritten letter rested beside my childhood photograph.
\nAnd the old medical form lay open to the page that had changed everything.
\nCHILDREN IN HOUSEHOLD.
\nEmily Rose Lane.
\nNoah James Lane.
\nI ran my fingers over his name.
\nSeventeen years.
\nAll that time, someone had made sure I never remembered him.
\nAll that time, someone had made sure he never found me.
\nAnd suddenly, my father\u2019s abandonment seemed even more deliberate.
\nRichard hadn\u2019t simply left one frightened child with Grandpa.
\nHe had separated a brother and sister.
\nWhy?
\nI looked at Mr. Harrison.
\n\u201cWho was Noah\u2019s father?\u201d
\nHe hesitated.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll need reliable records to establish that.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cRebecca was his mother. Richard was mine. Was Richard his father too?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison opened another folder.
\n\u201cYour grandfather found a reference to Noah in an old letter Rebecca wrote to Helen Carter.\u201d
\nMy heartbeat quickened.
\n\u201cWhat letter?\u201d
\nHe removed a photocopy from the file.
\nThe paper was yellowed.
\nRebecca\u2019s handwriting filled the page.
\nDear Helen,
\nI\u2019m frightened about what Richard might do when he realizes I\u2019m leaving.
\nEmily understands something is wrong, but she\u2019s too young to know why.
\nNoah is still so little.
\nHe doesn\u2019t understand any of it.
\nI\u2019m especially afraid because Richard has never accepted Noah.
\nHe knows why.
\nI stopped reading.
\n\u201cHe knows why?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison looked troubled.
\nI continued.
\nIf anything happens, please make sure both children are safe.
\nI have already contacted the person who can prove the truth.
\nBut I need to keep Noah away from Richard until then.
\nLove,
\nRebecca.
\nMy hands began shaking.
\n\u201cWhat truth?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison shook his head.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nI stared at the letter.
\n\u201cRichard never accepted Noah.\u201d
\nThe words echoed in my mind.
\nWas Noah someone else\u2019s child?
\nHad Rebecca been hiding something about his father?
\nOr was Richard simply cruel enough to reject another child?
\nI looked up.
\n\u201cWe need to ask Margaret.\u201d
\nMrs. Collins hesitated.
\n\u201cEmily, after everything that happened this morning\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t care.\u201d
\nMy voice was harder than I intended.
\nI wiped my cheeks.
\n\u201cMargaret knows something. She always knows something.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison nodded.
\n\u201cThen the investigators should question her about Noah.\u201d
\nAt that moment, Detective Morgan returned.
\nHer expression was serious.
\n\u201cWe have an update.\u201d
\nI stood immediately.
\n\u201cAbout Noah?\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cThe photograph you received appears to have been taken outside St. Catherine\u2019s Rehabilitation Residence.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cMy mother\u2019s facility?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s been there?\u201d
\n\u201cPossibly. We\u2019re working to verify when the photograph was taken and who the young man is.\u201d
\nI looked at the picture again.
\nNoah.
\nStanding outside the very place where Rebecca had been hidden.
\nHad he already found her?
\nHad he been visiting her?
\nDid he know who she was?
\nA hundred questions crowded my mind.
\nThen Detective Morgan continued.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s something else.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThe facility\u2019s patient advocate has confirmed that someone matching the general description has recently asked about Rebecca Morris.\u201d
\nMy heart began pounding.
\n\u201cDid they let him see her?\u201d
\n\u201cThey haven\u2019t released that information to us yet.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nMy little brother.
\nThe boy I used to hold when he cried.
\nHe might have found our mother before I did.
\nI looked at Detective Morgan.
\n\u201cPlease tell them I\u2019m her daughter. Tell them I want to meet her.\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cThey\u2019ve received the contact request. They\u2019re working through the appropriate process.\u201d
\nI whispered, \u201cAnd Noah?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll ask whether he wants contact if we locate him.\u201d
\nI stared at the photograph.
\nThen a terrible thought struck me.
\n\u201cWhat if he\u2019s the one sending the messages?\u201d
\nThe room went still.
\nMrs. Collins looked at me.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\nI held up my phone.
\n\u201cSomeone sent me Noah\u2019s picture. Someone knows about Rebecca. Someone knows about the attic and Grandpa.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan nodded slowly.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s one possibility we\u2019re considering.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cBut why would my brother threaten me?\u201d
\nMr. Harrison spoke quietly.
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know that he did.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nHe was right.
\nI had spent seventeen years believing stories without asking questions.
\nI wasn\u2019t going to make the same mistake about Noah.
\nThen my phone vibrated.
\nUnknown number.
\nAnother message.
\nMy heart raced.
\nI showed Detective Morgan before opening it.
\nShe nodded for me to proceed.
\nThere was no photograph this time.
\nOnly words.
\nIF YOU WANT TO FIND NOAH, ASK MARGARET WHAT HAPPENED AT THE TRAIN STATION.<\/strong>
\nI stared at the screen.
\nA train station?
\nMy mind struggled.
\nThen a memory flashed through me.
\nRain.
\nA loud whistle.
\nPeople rushing past.
\nA little boy crying.
\nI gasped.
\nMrs. Collins grabbed my hand.
\n\u201cEmily?\u201d
\nI pressed my palm against my forehead.
\n\u201cThe train station.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan leaned closer.
\n\u201cWhat do you remember?\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nA large building with high ceilings.
\nA clock above a ticket counter.
\nRebecca holding my hand.
\nNoah sitting in a stroller.
\nAnd Margaret standing beside a dark-colored car.
\nMy breathing became shallow.
\n\u201cI remember being there.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cMom was taking us somewhere.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison stared at me.
\n\u201cRebecca?\u201d
\nI nodded.
\n\u201cShe had a suitcase.\u201d
\nThe memory sharpened.
\nRebecca kneeling in front of me.
\n\u201cStay close to Mommy, sweetheart.\u201d
\nI remembered holding Noah\u2019s blue blanket.
\nThen a man\u2019s voice.
\nAngry.
\nLoud.
\n\u201cGET IN THE CAR!\u201d
\nMy eyes flew open.
\n\u201cRichard.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan stepped closer.
\n\u201cWhat about him?\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cHe found us.\u201d
\nMy heart hammered.
\n\u201cRebecca was trying to leave with us, and Richard found us at the train station.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison went pale.
\nMrs. Collins whispered, \u201cOh, Emily.\u201d
\nI stared down at the message.
\nASK MARGARET WHAT HAPPENED AT THE TRAIN STATION.
\nWhoever was sending these messages knew details about my childhood.
\nDetails I had forgotten.
\nDetails that couldn\u2019t have been learned from a simple photograph.
\nI looked at Detective Morgan.
\n\u201cWe have to go back to Grandpa\u2019s house.\u201d
\nShe shook her head gently.
\n\u201cNot without addressing the threats and making sure it\u2019s safe.\u201d
\nI took a shaky breath.
\n\u201cThen please contact Margaret. I need to know what happened.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan nodded.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll arrange to speak with her.\u201d
\nBut before she could make the call, Mr. Harrison\u2019s phone rang.
\nMargaret Bennett.
\nHe stared at the name.
\nThen answered on speaker.
\n\u201cMrs. Bennett?\u201d
\nFor a moment, all we heard was crying.
\nThen Margaret\u2019s trembling voice.
\n\u201cThomas, is Emily with you?\u201d
\nI froze.
\nMr. Harrison looked at me.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cPut her on.\u201d
\nHe handed me the phone.
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cMargaret?\u201d
\nShe began sobbing harder.
\n\u201cEmily, I\u2019m sorry.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t want another apology.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cThen tell me about Noah.\u201d
\nThe crying stopped.
\nComplete silence.
\nI heard Margaret inhale sharply.
\n\u201cWho told you that name?\u201d
\nMy hands began shaking.
\n\u201cWho is Noah?\u201d
\nShe didn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cMargaret!\u201d
\nHer voice broke.
\n\u201cEmily, where did you hear about him?\u201d
\nI looked at the medical form.
\n\u201cHe was my brother.\u201d
\nMargaret made a strangled sound.
\nThen whispered, \u201cOh God.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cSo it\u2019s true?\u201d
\nShe began crying again.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI pressed my hand against my mouth.
\n\u201cHe was my brother.\u201d
\n\u201cYes, Emily.\u201d
\nFor a moment, the room disappeared.
\nI thought about the little boy with the blue blanket.
\nThe child I used to protect.
\nThe brother whose face I\u2019d forgotten.
\nThen I whispered, \u201cWhat happened to him?\u201d
\nMargaret didn\u2019t answer.
\nMy voice cracked.
\n\u201cPlease.\u201d
\nShe took a shaky breath.
\n\u201cRichard said he was gone.\u201d
\nMy blood ran cold.
\n\u201cGone where?\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cMargaret!\u201d
\nShe sobbed.
\n\u201cI swear to you, Emily, I didn\u2019t know where they took him!\u201d
\nMy knees weakened.
\n\u201cThey?\u201d
\nShe went silent.
\nI looked at Detective Morgan.
\nHer expression sharpened.
\n\u201cMargaret,\u201d I whispered, \u201cwho took Noah?\u201d
\nA long pause.
\nThen she said a name.
\n\u201cVictor.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison went completely still.
\n\u201cVictor Sloane?\u201d I asked.
\nMargaret began crying.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy entire body turned cold.
\nThe man in Grandpa\u2019s photograph.
\nThe man wearing the silver ring.
\nRichard\u2019s former business partner.
\nMargaret continued.
\n\u201cHe took Noah from the train station.\u201d
\nI covered my mouth.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cRebecca was planning to leave with both of you. Richard found out and sent Victor to stop her.\u201d
\nTears streamed down my face.
\n\u201cWhere did he take my brother?\u201d
\nMargaret sobbed.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nI stared at the wall.
\nMy hands shook uncontrollably.
\n\u201cDid Richard know?\u201d
\nShe whispered, \u201cYes.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nThere it was again.
\nAnother truth Richard had stolen from me.
\nAnother life he\u2019d destroyed.
\nI took a breath.
\n\u201cAnd you let him?\u201d
\nMargaret began crying.
\n\u201cI was terrified.\u201d
\n\u201cOf Richard?\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\nThen whispered, \u201cOf Victor.\u201d
\nI felt a chill.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nMargaret\u2019s voice dropped.
\n\u201cBecause Victor wasn\u2019t just Richard\u2019s business partner.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison leaned forward.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\nShe swallowed.
\n\u201cVictor controlled the accounts Richard was stealing from. And when Rebecca discovered what they were doing, Victor told Richard there was only one way to keep her quiet.\u201d
\nI felt sick.
\n\u201cWhat way?\u201d
\nMargaret went silent.
\nThen whispered,
\n\u201cTake away the children.\u201d
\nMy heart broke.
\nRebecca hadn\u2019t just been fighting for herself.
\nShe had been trying to save Noah and me.
\nAnd someone had used us against her.
\nI looked at Detective Morgan.
\nShe was writing rapidly.
\nThen I asked the question that mattered most.
\n\u201cWas Noah alive when Victor took him?\u201d
\nMargaret began sobbing.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI could barely breathe.
\n\u201cDid you ever see him again?\u201d
\nSilence.
\n\u201cMargaret?\u201d
\nShe whispered, \u201cOnce.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cSix years ago.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nI stared at the phone.
\n\u201cYou saw Noah six years ago?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWHERE?\u201d
\nShe started crying again.
\n\u201cAt Richard\u2019s office.\u201d
\nMy pulse pounded.
\n\u201cHow old was he?\u201d
\n\u201cAbout fourteen.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cDid he know who you were?\u201d
\nMargaret hesitated.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d
\nHer voice broke.
\n\u201cHe asked about you.\u201d
\nI stopped breathing.
\nMargaret continued.
\n\u201cHe asked whether Emily was still alive.\u201d
\nI pressed my hand against my mouth.
\nMy little brother.
\nHe remembered me.
\nAll those years.
\nAnd he\u2019d been asking about me.
\nTears poured down my face.
\n\u201cWhat did you tell him?\u201d
\nMargaret began sobbing uncontrollably.
\nI waited.
\nThe silence felt unbearable.
\nFinally, she whispered,
\n\u201cI told him you were dead.\u201d
\nThe world stopped.
\nI couldn\u2019t move.
\nCouldn\u2019t breathe.
\nCouldn\u2019t think.
\nMy own brother had spent years believing I was dead.
\nJust as I had spent seventeen years believing our mother abandoned us.
\nMargaret kept crying.
\n\u201cEmily, I was scared. Victor was standing right there. He told me what to say.\u201d
\nI barely heard her.
\nI stared at the photograph of Noah.
\nThe green eyes.
\nThe worn backpack.
\nThe expression that looked so painfully familiar.
\nAnd I imagined a fourteen-year-old boy standing in Richard\u2019s office, asking about his big sister.
\nThe sister who used to hold his hand.
\nThe sister who promised to protect him.
\nAnd being told she was dead.
\nI whispered, \u201cYou buried me while I was still alive.\u201d
\nMargaret sobbed.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMy voice was quiet.
\nAlmost empty.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t get to say you\u2019re sorry for that.\u201d
\nThen I ended the call.
\nNobody spoke.
\nFor a long moment, I simply stood there.
\nHolding my phone.
\nStaring at Noah\u2019s picture.
\nAnd trying to understand how much of my life had been stolen.
\nFinally, Mrs. Collins wrapped her arms around me.
\nI didn\u2019t resist.
\nI cried against her shoulder.
\nNot for myself.
\nNot even for Grandpa.
\nBut for a little boy who had grown up believing his mother and sister were gone.
\nA boy who had no one to tell him he was loved.
\nA boy who might still be looking for us.
\nThen Detective Morgan\u2019s phone rang.
\nShe answered quietly.
\nWe watched her expression change.
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\nShe listened.
\nThen stood straighter.
\n\u201cAre you certain?\u201d
\nMy heart began pounding.
\nShe looked at me.
\n\u201cEmily, we may have located someone matching Noah\u2019s description.\u201d
\nI almost dropped my phone.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nShe held up a hand, listening.
\nThen her face grew serious.
\n\u201cUnderstood. We\u2019re on our way.\u201d
\nShe ended the call.
\nI stepped toward her.
\n\u201cPlease.\u201d
\nMy voice broke.
\n\u201cTell me.\u201d
\nDetective Morgan looked directly at me.
\n\u201cThe young man in the photograph was seen at St. Catherine\u2019s this afternoon.\u201d
\nMy heart leaped.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s there?\u201d
\n\u201cNot anymore.\u201d
\nI froze.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nShe swallowed.
\n\u201cHe left shortly before the facility contacted us.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cWhere did he go?\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\n\u201cAccording to a staff member, he was asking questions about Rebecca\u2019s daughter.\u201d
\nTears filled my eyes.
\n\u201cHe was looking for me?\u201d
\nDetective Morgan nodded.
\n\u201cIt appears possible.\u201d
\nI pressed my hands against my chest.
\nMy brother.
\nAlive.
\nLooking for me.
\nAfter seventeen years.
\nThen the detective continued.
\n\u201cBut there is something else.\u201d
\nMy pulse quickened.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThe young man left a message with the patient advocate.\u201d
\nI could barely breathe.
\n\u201cFor who?\u201d
\n\u201cFor Rebecca\u2019s daughter.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cFor me?\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cThe advocate agreed to pass along the message through the proper contact process.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cWhat did it say?\u201d
\nDetective Morgan looked down at her notes.
\nThen read it aloud.
\nTell Emily I remember the yellow pajamas.<\/strong>
\nMy knees nearly gave way.
\nThe yellow pajamas.
\nThe night Rebecca was injured.
\nThe night our childhood ended.
\nI stared at Detective Morgan.
\nThen she continued.
\nTell her I remember what happened after Daddy took her away.<\/strong>
\nMy blood went cold.
\nI looked up sharply.
\n\u201cDaddy?\u201d
\nDetective Morgan nodded.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s how the message was worded.\u201d
\nMy hands began trembling.
\nNoah remembered.
\nHe remembered the train station.
\nThe night Rebecca was injured.
\nThe people who had separated us.
\nAnd perhaps something even worse.
\nDetective Morgan continued reading.
\nTell her the man who took me wasn\u2019t a stranger.<\/strong>
\nI felt my stomach drop.
\nShe looked up.
\n\u201cThe rest of the message is unusual.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d
\nShe took a breath.
\nThen read the final sentence.
\nTell Emily to ask Richard why he called Victor my father.<\/strong>
\nThe room went silent.
\nI stared at her.
\nVictor.
\nThe man with the silver ring.
\nThe man who took Noah from the train station.
\nRichard\u2019s business partner.
\nAnd now Noah was claiming Richard had called Victor his father.
\nMy mind raced.
\nRebecca\u2019s letter.
\nRichard never accepted Noah.
\nHe knows why.
\nSuddenly, those words made terrible sense.
\nI pressed my hand against my mouth.
\n\u201cNoah isn\u2019t Richard\u2019s son.\u201d
\nMr. Harrison went pale.
\nMrs. Collins stared at me.
\nI whispered,
\n\u201cVictor Sloane is Noah\u2019s father.\u201d
\nBut before anyone could answer, Detective Morgan received another message from the facility.
\nShe read it.
\nHer expression changed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d I whispered.
\nShe slowly looked up.
\n\u201cEmily, there\u2019s one more thing.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHer voice became very quiet.
\n\u201cThe staff member said the young man wasn\u2019t alone when he arrived.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWho was with him?\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\n\u201cAn older woman.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nDetective Morgan showed me a still image sent by the facility\u2019s security team.
\nA young man stood near the entrance.
\nNoah.
\nBeside him was a woman with short gray hair and a familiar face.
\nI stared at the image.
\nMy entire body went cold.
\nI had seen that woman before.
\nSeventeen years ago.
\nStanding beside Rebecca in a photograph.
\nWearing a nurse\u2019s uniform.
\nThe woman Grandpa believed had disappeared.
\nHelen Carter.
\nAlive.
\nStanding beside my brother.
\nAnd beneath the image, a final message appeared on my phone.
\nEMILY, HELEN HAS BEEN PROTECTING NOAH. BUT VICTOR FOUND US.<\/strong>
\nI stopped breathing.
\nThen another message arrived.
\nHE\u2019S COMING FOR THE BLUE BOX.<\/strong>
\nAnd a third.
\nPLEASE DON\u2019T LET HIM TAKE MOM AGAIN.<\/strong>
\nI stared at those words.
\nFor the first time in seventeen years, my little brother wasn\u2019t just a memory.
\nHe was alive.
\nHe was frightened.
\nAnd he was asking his big sister to protect him.
\nJust like he had when we were children.
\nI wiped my tears.
\nThen looked at Detective Morgan.
\n\u201cFind him.\u201d
\nMy voice was steady now.
\n\u201cWhatever it takes, please find my brother.\u201d
\nAnd as I spoke, my phone rang.
\nAn unknown number.
\nI answered with shaking hands.
\n\u201cHello?\u201d
\nFor a moment, there was only breathing.
\nThen a young man\u2019s voice whispered,
\n\u201cEmmy?\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\nNobody had called me that in seventeen years.
\nI covered my mouth.
\n\u201cNoah?\u201d
\nThe voice broke.
\n\u201cEmmy\u2026 is it really you?\u201d
\nTears streamed down my face.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI could barely speak.
\n\u201cYes, Noah. It\u2019s me.\u201d
\nHe began crying.
\nAnd then he whispered something that shattered me.
\n\u201cI waited for you at the train station.\u201d
\nMy knees weakened.
\n\u201cEvery day, Emmy.\u201d
\nHis voice cracked.
\n\u201cI waited for you to come back.\u201d
\nEND OF PART 9 \u2014 TO BE CONTINUED\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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