\u201cYour mother loved Christmas, Linda. She spent every December trying to bring this family together. And you two used those same holidays to lie to a little girl about why her mother wasn\u2019t coming home.\u201d \u201cThe person who caused Emily\u2019s accident is sitting downstairs at our Christmas table.\u201d
\nLinda covered her face.
\nBut I didn\u2019t feel sorry for her.
\nI couldn\u2019t.
\nNot after seeing those letters.
\nNot after learning how many birthdays my mother had remembered while I believed she had forgotten me.
\nI turned back toward Gary.
\n\u201cYou said my mother knows you signed it.\u201d
\nHe went still.
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\nGary swallowed.
\n\u201cShe found out.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\nHe looked toward Mr. Dawson.
\nThe attorney\u2019s expression was grim.
\n\u201cGary,\u201d Mr. Dawson said, \u201cyou need to answer her.\u201d
\nGary pushed his chair backward.
\n\u201cThree years ago.\u201d
\nMy heart began pounding.
\n\u201cThree years ago?\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\n\u201cAbout two months after I mailed the letter.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cHow did she find out?\u201d
\nHe hesitated.
\nThen he said something that made my stomach twist.
\n\u201cBecause she came here.\u201d
\nI gripped the edge of the table.
\n\u201cShe came to the farmhouse?\u201d
\nGary nodded.
\n\u201cShe wanted to see you.\u201d
\nI looked at Grandpa.
\nHis face had gone pale.
\n\u201cYou told me Emily hadn\u2019t come back since 2005,\u201d he whispered.
\nGary stared at the floor.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what I wanted you to believe.\u201d
\nGrandpa closed his eyes.
\nFor a moment, I thought he might collapse.
\nI pulled out the chair beside him.
\n\u201cGrandpa, please sit.\u201d
\nBut he shook his head.
\n\u201cNo, sweetheart. I\u2019ve been sitting quietly for far too long.\u201d
\nHe turned toward his son.
\n\u201cTell us exactly what happened.\u201d
\nGary drew a shaky breath.
\n\u201cShe showed up in September 2023. She had the letter with her. She said she didn\u2019t believe Katie had written it.\u201d
\nI felt tears burning behind my eyes.
\nEven after receiving that cruel rejection, my mother hadn\u2019t believed I wanted her gone.
\n\u201cShe asked to speak to Katie,\u201d Gary continued.
\n\u201cWhere was I?\u201d I demanded.
\nHe hesitated.
\n\u201cYou were living in Denver.\u201d
\nI remembered that year.
\nI was working at a small accounting firm, saving money, and calling Grandpa every Sunday.
\nI had just turned twenty-three.
\nI had even mentioned wanting to find my mother.
\nAunt Linda had told me not to waste my time.
\n\u201cWhat did you tell her?\u201d I asked.
\nGary looked miserable.
\n\u201cI told her you had moved on.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cI said you\u2019d made a good life for yourself and didn\u2019t want the past dragged up again.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cAnd she believed you?\u201d
\nGary didn\u2019t answer.
\nGrandpa spoke instead.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s more, isn\u2019t there?\u201d
\nGary slowly nodded.
\n\u201cShe asked me to give her your phone number.\u201d
\nI held my breath.
\n\u201cI refused.\u201d
\nA tear slid down my cheek.
\nGary continued.
\n\u201cShe said she\u2019d find you herself.\u201d
\nFor the first time, something like hope sparked inside me.
\n\u201cThen why didn\u2019t she?\u201d
\nGary looked toward Brett.
\nBrett immediately lowered his head.
\nAnd I knew.
\nWhatever came next, my cousin was involved.
\n\u201cBrett?\u201d I whispered.
\nHe looked at me, his face drained of color.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d
\nThose two words made my entire body go cold.
\n\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d
\nBrett rubbed his hands together.
\n\u201cDad told me Emily was trying to cause trouble with the farm. He said she wanted money and might try to pressure you.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cSo?\u201d
\nHe swallowed.
\n\u201cI worked at that property management company back then. I knew someone who could get information.\u201d
\nGrandpa\u2019s voice hardened.
\n\u201cWhat information?\u201d
\nBrett looked sick.
\n\u201cKatie\u2019s address in Denver.\u201d
\nMy heart raced.
\n\u201cWhy would you need my address?\u201d
\nBrett\u2019s eyes filled with tears.
\n\u201cBecause your mother found it.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nI took one step backward.
\n\u201cShe found me?\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\n\u201cShe went to Denver.\u201d
\nI pressed my hand against my chest.
\nMy mother had been in the same city.
\nMaybe on the same street.
\nMaybe standing outside the building where I worked.
\nAnd I had never known.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d I whispered.
\nBrett wouldn\u2019t look at me.
\n\u201cBrett,\u201d Grandpa said firmly. \u201cTell her.\u201d
\nMy cousin\u2019s voice cracked.
\n\u201cI met her outside your apartment building.\u201d
\nI felt dizzy.
\n\u201cYou met my mother?\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\n\u201cShe was waiting near the entrance. She had a small suitcase and a gift bag.\u201d
\nA gift bag.
\nThe detail broke something inside me.
\nAfter all those years, my mother had brought me a present.
\n\u201cWhat was in the bag?\u201d I asked.
\nBrett stared at the table.
\n\u201cA birthday gift. I think.\u201d
\nMy eyes filled.
\n\u201cDid you give it to me?\u201d
\nHe shook his head.
\nI whispered, \u201cWhere is it?\u201d
\nBrett closed his eyes.
\n\u201cI threw it away.\u201d
\nFor one terrible moment, I couldn\u2019t hear anything.
\nThe room blurred.
\nMy knees weakened.
\nGrandpa caught my arm.
\n\u201cEasy, sweetheart.\u201d
\nI stared at Brett.
\n\u201cYou threw away a gift from my mother?\u201d
\nHe began crying.
\n\u201cDad said she was dangerous. He told me she was going to ruin your life.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you believed him?\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know what to believe!\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cYou could have asked me.\u201d
\nBrett said nothing.
\n\u201cYou could have called me.\u201d
\nHe covered his face.
\n\u201cYou could have let me decide whether I wanted to see my own mother!\u201d
\nMy voice shattered on the final word.
\nGrandpa pulled me into his arms.
\nAnd for a moment, I was four years old again.
\nA little girl waiting for someone who was trying desperately to come home.
\nBut the worst part hadn\u2019t arrived yet.
\nBecause Mr. Dawson was still holding another envelope.
\n\u201cHenry,\u201d he said quietly, \u201cI think Katherine needs to see the investigator\u2019s final report.\u201d
\nGrandpa nodded.
\nMr. Dawson removed a stack of papers.
\n\u201cThe investigator your grandmother hired located Emily through public records and confirmed her last known residence in Portland.\u201d
\nI wiped my cheeks.
\n\u201cCan I have the address?\u201d
\n\u201cYes,\u201d he replied. \u201cBut there\u2019s something you should understand first.\u201d
\nI looked at him.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe hesitated.
\n\u201cEmily\u2019s circumstances changed considerably after her visit to Denver.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\nMr. Dawson glanced down at the report.
\n\u201cShe was involved in a serious automobile accident in November 2023.\u201d
\nMy hand flew to my mouth.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cShe survived,\u201d he said quickly.
\nI let out a breath.
\n\u201cBut she sustained injuries that required months of rehabilitation.\u201d
\nI sat down.
\nMy entire body felt heavy.
\nAll this time, I had imagined my mother living comfortably somewhere.
\nPerhaps remarried.
\nPerhaps with other children.
\nPerhaps simply uninterested in me.
\nBut she had been trying to reach me.
\nAnd then she\u2019d been hurt.
\n\u201cIs she okay now?\u201d I whispered.
\nMr. Dawson hesitated.
\n\u201cThe investigator was unable to confirm her current medical condition.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cYou said she was alive.\u201d
\n\u201cShe was confirmed alive when the report was completed earlier this year.\u201d
\nThe words terrified me.
\nEarlier this year.
\nNot today.
\nNot yesterday.
\nI suddenly wanted to run out of that farmhouse, get into my car, and drive straight to Oregon.
\nI didn\u2019t care how far it was.
\nI didn\u2019t care about Christmas dinner.
\nI didn\u2019t care about the farm.
\nI only wanted my mother.
\nGrandpa seemed to read my thoughts.
\n\u201cKatie, there\u2019s something your grandmother wanted you to have.\u201d
\nHe reached into his cardigan pocket.
\nThis time, he removed a small silver key.
\nIt hung from a faded blue ribbon.
\nI stared at it.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d
\n\u201cYour grandmother kept a cedar chest in our bedroom. Before she died, she asked me to give you the key when you finally learned the truth.\u201d
\nMy throat tightened.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s inside?\u201d
\nGrandpa gave me a sad smile.
\n\u201cSomething she spent years collecting.\u201d
\nHe placed the key in my palm.
\nI looked down at it.
\nIt was warm from his hand.
\n\u201cCan I open it?\u201d
\n\u201cOf course.\u201d
\nI glanced toward Aunt Linda and Uncle Gary.
\nNeither moved.
\nFor the first time in my life, I didn\u2019t care what they thought.
\nI walked out of the dining room.
\nGrandpa followed me.
\nMr. Dawson came behind us.
\nWe climbed the narrow staircase leading to Grandpa\u2019s bedroom.
\nEverything looked exactly as Grandma had left it.
\nHer floral curtains.
\nHer reading glasses on the nightstand.
\nHer favorite quilt folded across the bed.
\nAnd beneath the window sat a large cedar chest.
\nI had seen it hundreds of times.
\nAs a child, I thought it contained old blankets.
\nNow I knelt beside it.
\nMy hands trembled as I slipped the key into the lock.
\nIt turned with a soft click.
\nI lifted the lid.
\nAnd immediately began crying.
\nInside were dozens of envelopes.
\nSome yellowed with age.
\nSome neatly sealed.
\nSome tied together with ribbon.
\nEvery single one was addressed to me.
\nKatie.
\nKatherine.
\nMy sweet girl.
\nMy beautiful daughter.
\nMy mother had written to me for years.
\nAnd Grandma had somehow gathered the letters that never reached me.
\nI picked up one envelope.
\nThe postmark read June 14, 2010.
\nMy ninth birthday.
\nAnother was dated June 14, 2016.
\nMy fifteenth.
\nAnother, June 14, 2020.
\nMy nineteenth.
\nI looked at Grandpa.
\n\u201cShe never stopped?\u201d
\nHe shook his head.
\n\u201cNot once.\u201d
\nI found a small package wrapped in tissue paper.
\nInside was a delicate silver necklace.
\nA tiny heart pendant hung from the chain.
\nBeneath it was a handwritten note.
\nFor Katie\u2019s eighteenth birthday.
\nI hope one day I can put this around her neck myself.
\nLove, Mom.
\nI pressed the necklace against my lips.
\nGrandpa knelt beside me.
\nAnd then I noticed something at the bottom of the chest.
\nA thick cream-colored envelope.
\nUnlike the others, it wasn\u2019t addressed in my mother\u2019s handwriting.
\nIt was Grandma\u2019s.
\nKATIE \u2014 OPEN THIS AFTER YOU KNOW THE TRUTH.
\nI carefully unfolded the letter.
\nMy darling Katie,
\nIf you are reading this, then your grandfather has finally told you what we should have told you years ago.
\nI am sorry.
\nThose three words nearly broke me.
\nGrandma had rarely apologized for anything.
\nNot because she was proud.
\nBecause she always tried to do the right thing the first time.
\nI kept reading.
\nI was wrong to trust Linda and Gary.
\nI was wrong to believe that keeping the family together meant keeping quiet.
\nAnd I was wrong to let you grow up thinking your mother didn\u2019t love you.
\nBut there is something else I need you to understand.
\nI found out why Linda and Gary were so determined to keep Emily away.
\nIt wasn\u2019t only about the twenty acres.
\nMy breath caught.
\nI turned the page.
\nYour mother discovered something about the farm accounts shortly before she left.
\nShe found records showing that money was being taken from the farm and transferred into a business account neither your grandfather nor I had authorized.
\nShe confronted Gary.
\nAnd Gary threatened to make sure she never saw you again if she told your grandfather.
\nMy hands began trembling.
\nI looked toward Grandpa.
\nHe was staring at the letter in disbelief.
\n\u201cGrandma never told you?\u201d
\nHe shook his head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI continued reading.
\nI have included copies of the records I found.
\nI gave another set to Mr. Dawson for safekeeping.
\nBut Katie, there is one final thing.
\nSomething I discovered shortly before I became ill.
\nYour mother\u2019s accident may not have been as simple as everyone believed.
\nI stopped breathing.
\nGrandpa leaned closer.
\n\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d
\nI could barely speak.
\nI forced myself to read the next sentence aloud.
\n\u201cThree days before Emily\u2019s accident, she called me. She told me she had finally found proof of what Gary had been doing.\u201d
\nGrandpa\u2019s face turned white.
\nI looked down again.
\n\u201cShe said she was coming back to the farmhouse with the documents.\u201d
\nMy pulse hammered.
\n\u201cThen she told me something that frightened me more than anything else.\u201d
\nThe words blurred through my tears.
\nI wiped my eyes.
\nAnd read the final line.
\n\u201cShe said, \u2018Margaret, if something happens to me, please don\u2019t believe it was an accident.’\u201d<\/strong>
\nThe letter slipped from my fingers.
\nGrandpa grabbed the edge of the cedar chest.
\nFor a long moment, neither of us spoke.
\nThen a sound came from the hallway.
\nA floorboard creaked.
\nI turned sharply.
\nUncle Gary was standing in the bedroom doorway.
\nHis face was pale.
\nHis eyes were fixed on Grandma\u2019s letter.
\n\u201cWhere did you get that?\u201d he whispered.
\nGrandpa slowly stood.
\n\u201cMargaret left it for Katie.\u201d
\nGary took a step forward.
\n\u201cGive it to me.\u201d
\nI clutched the letter against my chest.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHis expression changed.
\n\u201cPlease, Katie. You don\u2019t understand what you\u2019re holding.\u201d
\nGrandpa stepped between us.
\n\u201cStay where you are, Gary.\u201d
\nBut my uncle wasn\u2019t looking at Grandpa anymore.
\nHe was staring at the cedar chest.
\nAt the envelopes.
\nAt the documents hidden beneath the letters.
\nAnd then he said something that made every hair on my arms stand up.
\n\u201cDad, if Margaret kept those records, then you need to call the police. Because Brett wasn\u2019t the only one involved.\u201d<\/strong>
\nGrandpa\u2019s voice dropped.
\n\u201cWho else?\u201d
\nGary looked at me.
\nHis eyes filled with fear.
\nAnd he whispered:
\n\u201cThe person who caused Emily\u2019s accident is sitting downstairs at our Christmas table.\u201d<\/strong>
\nEND OF PART 4 \u2014 TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 5: THE KILLER AT CHRISTMAS DINNER
\n<\/strong><\/p>\nPART 5 \u2014 THE CHRISTMAS GUEST WHO KNEW TOO MUCH<\/h1>\n
\nUncle Gary\u2019s words made the entire bedroom feel suddenly cold.
\nGrandpa stood motionless beside Grandma\u2019s cedar chest, his eyes fixed on the son he had raised, trusted, and defended for nearly sixty years.
\nI clutched Grandma\u2019s letter against my chest.
\n\u201cWhat did you just say?\u201d I whispered.
\nGary swallowed.
\n\u201cI said someone downstairs knows what happened to your mother.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not what you said.\u201d
\nHe looked away.
\n\u201cYou said someone caused her accident.\u201d
\nGrandpa stepped closer.
\n\u201cGary, I\u2019m going to ask you one question, and I suggest you think carefully before answering.\u201d
\nHis voice was terrifyingly calm.
\n\u201cDid you know someone was planning to hurt Emily?\u201d
\nGary\u2019s face twisted.
\n\u201cNo, Dad. I swear I didn\u2019t know anyone would go that far.\u201d
\n\u201cThat far?\u201d I repeated.
\nMy voice cracked.
\n\u201cWhat exactly were you expecting them to do?\u201d
\nGary stared at his shoes.
\n\u201cScare her.\u201d
\nThe word hit me harder than a slap.
\n\u201cScare her?\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\n\u201cShe was threatening to expose what happened with the farm accounts. She said she had documents. She wanted to take everything to the authorities.\u201d
\nI felt my stomach turn.
\n\u201cSo you wanted her frightened into silence?\u201d
\nGary covered his face.
\n\u201cI made a terrible mistake.\u201d
\nGrandpa took another step toward him.
\n\u201cA mistake is leaving the barn unlocked. A mistake is forgetting to pay a bill. What you\u2019ve described is not a mistake, Gary.\u201d
\nHe pointed toward the staircase.
\n\u201cTell us who was involved.\u201d
\nGary hesitated.
\nThen we heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
\nMr. Dawson appeared in the doorway, looking from Grandpa to Gary.
\n\u201cIs everything all right?\u201d
\nGrandpa didn\u2019t take his eyes off his son.
\n\u201cThomas, I need you to call the sheriff.\u201d
\nGary jerked his head up.
\n\u201cDad, wait!\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cPlease, let me explain!\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019ve had twenty-two years to explain. You chose to lie instead.\u201d
\nMr. Dawson took out his phone.
\nBefore he could dial, Gary grabbed the doorframe.
\n\u201cIt was Victor!\u201d
\nI blinked.
\n\u201cVictor?\u201d
\nMy mind raced through the people downstairs.
\nVictor was Aunt Linda\u2019s husband.
\nUncle Victor.
\nThe quiet one.
\nThe man who always carved the Christmas turkey.
\nThe man who brought Grandpa expensive bottles of whiskey and called him \u201cthe toughest old farmer in the county.\u201d
\nThe man who had hugged me at Grandma\u2019s funeral.
\nI stared at Gary.
\n\u201cUncle Victor?\u201d
\nGary nodded.
\n\u201cHe was the one who went to Portland.\u201d
\nGrandpa\u2019s expression hardened.
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cNovember 2023.\u201d
\nI felt my pulse hammering in my ears.
\n\u201cRight before my mother\u2019s accident?\u201d
\nGary couldn\u2019t meet my eyes.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMr. Dawson immediately began making the call.
\nGrandpa put a hand on my shoulder.
\n\u201cStay beside me, Katie.\u201d
\nBut I was already moving.
\nI pushed past Gary and headed toward the stairs.
\n\u201cKatie!\u201d Grandpa called.
\nI didn\u2019t stop.
\nFor twenty-two years, people had controlled what I knew about my mother.
\nThey had intercepted her letters.
\nForged my signature.
\nTurned her away from my apartment.
\nAnd now someone was telling me that the man who had sat across from me at every Christmas dinner might have had something to do with the accident that nearly killed her.
\nI needed to see his face.
\nI needed to know whether he could look me in the eyes and keep lying.
\nWhen I reached the dining room, everyone was still sitting around the table.
\nAunt Linda was crying into a napkin.
\nBrett was staring at his phone.
\nThe younger relatives whispered nervously.
\nAnd Uncle Victor was calmly eating another slice of ham.
\nHe looked up when I entered.
\n\u201cThere she is,\u201d he said pleasantly. \u201cKatie, honey, are you okay?\u201d
\nI stopped several feet away.
\nFor a moment, I simply stared at him.
\nHe was wearing his usual dark green Christmas sweater.
\nHis silver watch gleamed beneath the chandelier.
\nA small smile rested on his face.
\nHe looked exactly the same as he had every Christmas of my life.
\nBut suddenly I wondered how much of that familiar face had been a lie.
\n\u201cDid you go to Portland in November 2023?\u201d I asked.
\nHis fork stopped halfway to his mouth.
\nJust for a second.
\nThen he smiled again.
\n\u201cPortland? Why would I go to Portland?\u201d
\nI watched his eyes.
\n\u201cDid you?\u201d
\nHe wiped his mouth with a napkin.
\n\u201cKatie, sweetheart, you\u2019ve had a difficult evening. Maybe you should sit down.\u201d
\n\u201cAnswer my question.\u201d
\nAunt Linda lifted her head.
\n\u201cVictor?\u201d
\nHe glanced toward her.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t worry about it, Linda.\u201d
\nThat was when I knew.
\nNot because he had admitted anything.
\nBecause his voice had changed.
\nThe warmth was gone.
\nGrandpa entered the dining room behind me.
\nGary followed, looking as though he might be sick.
\nMr. Dawson remained near the hallway, speaking quietly on the phone.
\nGrandpa stopped beside the head of the table.
\n\u201cVictor,\u201d he said, \u201cput down your fork.\u201d
\nVictor looked annoyed.
\n\u201cHenry, I really think this has gone far enough.\u201d
\n\u201cPut it down.\u201d
\nSomething in Grandpa\u2019s voice made him obey.
\nGrandpa reached for the green notebook.
\nFor a moment, I wondered whether he was about to read another entry.
\nBut instead, he placed it in front of Victor.
\n\u201cDo you remember Christmas Eve, 2023?\u201d
\nVictor frowned.
\n\u201cOf course.\u201d
\n\u201cDo you remember standing in my kitchen and telling Gary that the Portland situation had been handled?\u201d
\nThe room fell silent.
\nVictor\u2019s smile disappeared.
\nGrandpa opened the notebook.
\n\u201cDecember twenty-fourth, 2023. At 6:17 p.m., Victor told Gary, \u2018You won\u2019t hear from Emily again. I made sure of it.’\u201d
\nLinda slowly turned toward her husband.
\n\u201cVictor?\u201d
\nHe laughed once.
\nA short, ugly sound.
\n\u201cHenry, you can\u2019t seriously believe a sentence from an old notebook proves anything.\u201d
\n\u201cNo,\u201d Grandpa replied. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t prove what happened to Emily. But it\u2019s a very good reason to ask questions.\u201d
\nGary suddenly stepped forward.
\n\u201cTell them about the trip.\u201d
\nVictor\u2019s eyes narrowed.
\n\u201cGary, don\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cTell them!\u201d
\nVictor stood.
\n\u201cSit down,\u201d Grandpa ordered.
\nVictor ignored him.
\nHe looked toward the doorway.
\nAnd I realized he was measuring the distance to the front door.
\nMr. Dawson ended his call.
\n\u201cThe sheriff\u2019s office is sending deputies. I\u2019ve advised them that we have information concerning possible financial fraud and threats.\u201d
\nVictor\u2019s expression changed.
\nOnly slightly.
\nBut I saw it.
\nFear.
\nThen anger.
\n\u201cYou called the police on Christmas?\u201d he demanded.
\nGrandpa nodded.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nVictor looked toward Linda.
\n\u201cGet your coat.\u201d
\nShe stared at him.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re leaving.\u201d
\nGrandpa\u2019s voice cut through the room.
\n\u201cNobody is going to stop you from leaving, Victor. But the authorities will want to speak with you.\u201d
\nVictor grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair.
\nI stepped away from the doorway.
\nI wasn\u2019t going to physically stop him.
\nBut I wasn\u2019t going to remain silent either.
\n\u201cDid you threaten my mother?\u201d
\nHe paused.
\nHis hand tightened around the jacket.
\n\u201cKatie, you\u2019ve always been a sweet girl. Don\u2019t ruin that by listening to nonsense.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you threaten her?\u201d
\nHe looked directly at me.
\nAnd for the first time, I saw something cold beneath his pleasant expression.
\n\u201cYour mother had a habit of getting involved in things that weren\u2019t her business.\u201d
\nGrandpa slammed the notebook shut.
\n\u201cEmily was my daughter. That made the farm her business.\u201d
\nVictor gave a humorless smile.
\n\u201cThen perhaps you should have paid more attention to what was happening on your own property.\u201d
\nGary suddenly shouted, \u201cVictor, stop talking!\u201d
\nVictor turned toward him.
\n\u201cWhy? Afraid they\u2019ll find out what you signed?\u201d
\nGary\u2019s face went white.
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cWhat did he sign?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nI looked at Gary.
\n\u201cWhat else did you sign?\u201d
\nHis eyes filled with tears.
\n\u201cDocuments.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat documents?\u201d
\nVictor laughed bitterly.
\n\u201cTell her, Gary. Tell her why you were so desperate to keep Emily away.\u201d
\nGrandpa gripped the back of his chair.
\n\u201cGary?\u201d
\nGary stared at the floor.
\nThen he whispered, \u201cThe south parcel.\u201d
\nA terrible silence followed.
\nGrandpa slowly lowered himself into his chair.
\n\u201cWhat about the south parcel?\u201d
\nGary took a trembling breath.
\n\u201cVictor and I created BHG Agricultural Holdings in 2004.\u201d
\nMr. Dawson looked sharply at him.
\n\u201cThat company existed that far back?\u201d
\nGary nodded.
\n\u201cWe used it to move money from the farm operating account.\u201d
\nGrandpa looked physically ill.
\n\u201cFor how long?\u201d
\nGary whispered, \u201cAlmost twenty years.\u201d
\nI felt cold all over.
\nGrandma\u2019s letter.
\nThe missing money.
\nThe forged documents.
\nThe obsession with selling the farm.
\nIt was all connected.
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d Grandpa asked.
\nGary began crying.
\n\u201cDad\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cHOW MUCH?\u201d
\nThe entire table shook with the force of his voice.
\nGary whispered a number.
\n\u201cFour hundred and eighty thousand.\u201d
\nAunt Linda gasped.
\nBrett looked up.
\nAnd Grandpa stared at his son as though he no longer recognized him.
\n\u201cFour hundred and eighty thousand dollars?\u201d
\nGary nodded.
\n\u201cOver the years.\u201d
\nGrandpa pressed a hand against his chest.
\nI immediately knelt beside him.
\n\u201cGrandpa, are you okay?\u201d
\nHe nodded, but his face had gone pale.
\n\u201cGet me some water, sweetheart.\u201d
\nI hurried to the kitchen.
\nAs I filled a glass, I heard Victor speaking.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t pretend you never benefited from it, Gary.\u201d
\nGary shouted something back.
\nThen Linda screamed.
\nI rushed into the dining room.
\nVictor had pulled a thick envelope from inside his jacket.
\nHe threw it onto the table.
\n\u201cThere,\u201d he snapped. \u201cSince everybody wants the truth tonight.\u201d
\nMr. Dawson stepped forward.
\n\u201cWhat is that?\u201d
\nVictor smiled.
\n\u201cThe original agreement.\u201d
\nGrandpa looked at the envelope.
\n\u201cAgreement?\u201d
\nVictor nodded.
\n\u201cThe arrangement Gary and I made when Emily started asking questions.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cWhat arrangement?\u201d
\nVictor leaned back.
\n\u201cWe offered your mother money to keep quiet.\u201d
\nMy breath caught.
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cSeventy-five thousand dollars.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cMy mother wouldn\u2019t take that.\u201d
\nVictor looked at me.
\n\u201cNo. She wouldn\u2019t.\u201d
\nA strange satisfaction flickered across his face.
\n\u201cShe said she wanted the truth exposed.\u201d
\nGrandpa whispered, \u201cThat\u2019s my Emily.\u201d
\nFor the first time that evening, Victor seemed unsettled.
\nThen he continued.
\n\u201cShe threatened to report the transfers and challenge the farm documents. She said she\u2019d bring everything to Henry.\u201d
\nGary looked at the table.
\nVictor turned toward him.
\n\u201cSo Gary told me to handle it.\u201d
\nGary shook his head.
\n\u201cI meant talk to her!\u201d
\nVictor laughed.
\n\u201cYou told me to make sure she stopped.\u201d
\nI felt my hands trembling.
\n\u201cAnd what did you do?\u201d
\nVictor hesitated.
\nThen he said, \u201cI went to Portland. I met her outside her workplace. I told her she was making a dangerous mistake.\u201d
\nThe room went completely still.
\n\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d I whispered.
\nVictor looked away.
\n\u201cShe told me she wasn\u2019t afraid of me.\u201d
\nMy throat tightened.
\nI could almost picture her.
\nMy mother.
\nStanding in front of a man who had spent years helping destroy her relationship with her daughter.
\nRefusing to be intimidated.
\n\u201cThen what happened?\u201d I asked.
\nVictor stared at the table.
\n\u201cShe left.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd three days later, she had a car accident.\u201d
\nHe said nothing.
\nGrandpa slowly stood.
\n\u201cVictor, did you follow her that night?\u201d
\nVictor\u2019s jaw tightened.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you know someone else was following her?\u201d
\nNo answer.
\n\u201cDid you arrange for anyone to frighten her on the road?\u201d
\nVictor looked toward the window.
\nOutside, snow had begun falling across the farmyard.
\nThe headlights of an approaching vehicle swept across the curtains.
\nMr. Dawson glanced outside.
\n\u201cThe deputies are here.\u201d
\nVictor\u2019s face drained of color.
\nThen he looked at Gary.
\nAnd said something that made my blood run cold.
\n\u201cYou promised me that report had been destroyed.\u201d
\nGary shook his head.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know Margaret had copies.\u201d
\nVictor looked toward Grandpa.
\nFor a moment, the silence felt endless.
\nThen two sheriff\u2019s deputies knocked on the front door.
\nMr. Dawson went to meet them.
\nVictor lowered himself into his chair.
\nHe suddenly looked much older.
\nThe first deputy entered the dining room.
\n\u201cMr. Henry Miller?\u201d
\nGrandpa nodded.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s me.\u201d
\n\u201cWe understand you\u2019ve contacted us regarding suspected financial misconduct and possible threats involving a woman named Emily Miller.\u201d
\nGrandpa pointed toward Victor.
\n\u201cThis man has information about my daughter\u2019s accident.\u201d
\nVictor immediately raised his hands.
\n\u201cI want an attorney before answering questions.\u201d
\nThe deputy nodded.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re entitled to seek legal advice. We\u2019re here to establish what information you have and determine what needs to be investigated.\u201d
\nMr. Dawson handed over copies of the bank records and Grandma\u2019s letter.
\nI watched everything through a blur of exhaustion.
\nIt was nearly eleven at night.
\nOnly hours earlier, I had been sitting at Christmas dinner believing my mother abandoned me.
\nNow I had learned she spent years trying to find me.
\nThat relatives had forged documents and intercepted her letters.
\nAnd that the accident that nearly killed her might have been connected to the same people who wanted Grandpa\u2019s farm.
\nOne of the deputies turned toward me.
\n\u201cMiss Miller, we\u2019d like to take a statement from you.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nBut before I could answer, Mr. Dawson\u2019s phone rang.
\nHe looked at the screen.
\nHis expression changed.
\n\u201cExcuse me,\u201d he said.
\nHe stepped into the hallway.
\nI watched him answer.
\n\u201cHello?\u201d
\nA pause.
\nThen his face went completely pale.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean she isn\u2019t there?\u201d
\nMy heart started racing.
\nHe listened for several seconds.
\n\u201cAre you absolutely certain?\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\nThen he slowly turned toward me.
\n\u201cKatherine?\u201d
\nSomething in his voice terrified me.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe swallowed.
\n\u201cThe investigator\u2019s office just called me back.\u201d
\nI stepped closer.
\n\u201cDid they find my mother?\u201d
\nMr. Dawson looked at Grandpa.
\nThen back at me.
\n\u201cThe address in Portland is no longer current.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cThen where is she?\u201d
\nHe took a deep breath.
\n\u201cApparently, your mother moved out of Portland six months ago.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cMoved where?\u201d
\nHe hesitated.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s the strange part.\u201d
\nMy hands went numb.
\n\u201cPlease, just tell me.\u201d
\nMr. Dawson looked toward the window.
\nToward the snowy farmyard.
\nToward the narrow road leading to our house.
\nThen he said words that made the entire room fall silent.
\n\u201cKatie, your mother has been living less than twenty miles from this farmhouse.\u201d<\/strong>
\nI couldn\u2019t breathe.
\n\u201cWHAT?\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\n\u201cAccording to the investigator, she returned to this county in April.\u201d
\nGrandpa gripped my arm.
\n\u201cEmily came home?\u201d
\nMr. Dawson looked shaken.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d
\nI felt my knees weakening.
\n\u201cWhat more?\u201d
\n\u201cThe investigator finally reached her this evening.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cYOU SPOKE TO MY MOTHER?\u201d
\nHe nodded slowly.
\n\u201cAnd she told him something.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nEven the deputies stopped writing.
\nMr. Dawson looked directly into my eyes.
\n\u201cShe said she knows exactly what happened the night of her accident.\u201d
\nMy hands flew to my mouth.
\n\u201cAnd she said she has proof.\u201d
\nI began crying.
\n\u201cThen where is she?\u201d
\nMr. Dawson glanced at his phone again.
\nHis voice dropped almost to a whisper.
\n\u201cKatie, she said she\u2019s already on her way here.\u201d<\/strong>
\nAt that exact moment, headlights appeared outside the dining room window.
\nA car turned slowly into the long driveway.
\nGrandpa stood.
\nI ran toward the front door.
\nSnow swirled across the porch as I pulled it open.
\nA dark blue sedan stopped beneath the old oak tree.
\nThe driver\u2019s door opened.
\nA woman stepped out.
\nShe had dark curly hair streaked with gray.
\nA long wool coat.
\nAnd a small silver heart pendant around her neck.
\nShe looked toward the farmhouse.
\nThen toward me.
\nHer hand flew to her mouth.
\nAnd even from thirty feet away, I saw tears streaming down her face.
\n\u201cKatie?\u201d she whispered.
\nMy entire world stopped.
\nBecause I knew that voice.
\nNot from memory.
\nBut from the old birthday cassette Grandma had played for me when I was little.
\nMy knees nearly gave out.
\n\u201cMom?\u201d
\nThe woman began walking toward me.
\nThen she stopped suddenly.
\nHer eyes moved past my shoulder.
\nToward the man standing inside the farmhouse.
\nUncle Victor.
\nHer expression changed from joy to terror.
\nShe pointed directly at him.
\nAnd screamed:
\n\u201cKATIE, GET AWAY FROM THAT MAN! HE\u2019S THE ONE WHO TRIED TO KILL ME!\u201d<\/strong>
\nEND OF PART 5 \u2014 TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 6: THE MOTHER WHO CAME BACK FOR CHRISTMAS<\/strong><\/p>\n
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