Chapter 11: My Mother's Version of the Truth
I stared at the phone.
“Are you saying my wife asked my mother to help her die?””
Dr. Martin didn't answer immediately.
Then he said, “I'm saying your mother has provided a statement that supports the medical decisions made that evening.””
I felt sick.
“Sarah was conscious. She was speaking. She was asking for help.””
“Her condition was complicated.””
“Then why was Vanessa in her room?””
Another pause.
“I cannot discuss another patient's medical information over the phone.””
“She was my wife.””
“And I understand that you're grieving.””
I almost laughed.
Four years.
Four years of waking up beside an empty space in the bed.
Four years of explaining to Lily why her mother wasn't coming home.
Four years of looking at Sarah's photographs and wondering whether I had done enough.
Now the man who had signed her medical records was telling me to stop asking questions.
“Dr. Martin, I want you to understand something. I am not going away.””
His voice became colder.
“Then I suggest you speak to your attorney.””
The call ended.
Robert immediately made a note of the conversation.
“That's useful,” he said.
“But we need to avoid making assumptions. His statement about your mother's account needs to be tested against the original medical records.””
I nodded.
“Can we get them?””
“We'll request the full records and seek independent review. We'll also have the memory card examined.””
I placed the card on the table.
Robert looked at it.
“Where did you find this?””
“Inside Sarah's music box.””
He took a photograph of the envelope and its contents.
Then he arranged for the card to be collected through a forensic specialist.
Before leaving, he turned to me.
“One more thing. Vanessa's application includes a claim that you have been threatening family members.””
I frowned.
“I haven't threatened anyone.””
“Your brother claims you physically intimidated him yesterday.””
I looked at the front door.
Daniel had been standing in my living room when he admitted stealing money.
He had cried.
He had apologized.
Now he was claiming I had threatened him.
“Why would he do that?””
“Possibly to support Vanessa's application. But we need to ask him directly through the appropriate legal process.””
I nodded.
Robert gathered his papers.
“Keep your communication with everyone factual. Don't send angry messages. And don't let the children be drawn into this dispute.””
After he left, I sat alone in the kitchen.
Then I called my mother.
This time, she answered.
“Michael?””
“Where are you?””
“I'm at home.””
“I'm coming over.””
“No.””
I closed my eyes.
“Mom, I found Sarah's recording.””
Silence.
Then I heard her begin to cry.
“You shouldn't have.””
“Why?””
“Because you don't understand what you're doing.””
I stood.
“Then help me understand.””
She whispered, “I didn't want her to die.””
I gripped the phone.
“What did you do?””
“I thought I was helping.””
“Helping who?””
“Vanessa.””
The answer came so quietly I almost missed it.
I sat down.
“Why were you helping Vanessa?””
My mother started crying.
“Because she told me Daniel was in danger. He owed money to people who were threatening him. She said if we didn't cooperate, he would lose everything.””
“So you helped her steal from your grandchildren?””
“I didn't know she would take so much.””
“You signed the documents.””
“I thought they were temporary.””
“And Sarah?””
My mother was silent.
“Did you bring medication into her hospital room?””
She began sobbing.
“Yes.””
I closed my eyes.
“What was it?””
“I don't know.””
“Mom!””
“It was in a bottle. Dr. Martin told me it was prescribed.””
“Did you see the prescription?””
“No.””
“Did you ask Sarah whether she wanted it?””
My mother took a shaky breath.
“She was asleep.””
I felt something inside me collapse.
“Then why did you give it to Vanessa?””
“Because she said Sarah needed it.””
“Why didn't you ask a nurse?””
“I was frightened.””
“Of what?””
My mother whispered, “Of losing Daniel.””
I looked at the ceiling.
“So you were willing to risk Sarah's life to protect my brother?””
“No! I didn't know!””
Her voice broke.
“I swear to you, Michael. I didn't know what was inside that bottle.””
I rubbed my face.
“Did you know Sarah was afraid of Vanessa?””
“Yes.””
“Did Sarah tell you she didn't want Vanessa in her room?””
“Yes.””
I couldn't speak.
My mother continued.
“She called me that afternoon. She begged me to keep Vanessa away from her.””
“And you didn't.””
“No.””
“Why?””
“Because Vanessa told me Sarah was trying to destroy the family. She said your wife had discovered the missing money and was going to have Daniel arrested.””
I stared at the table.
“And you believed her?””
My mother whispered, “I believed what I wanted to believe.””
That sentence hurt more than anything else.
For four years, I had thought my mother was simply grieving.
Now I understood that she had been living with a secret.
“Mom, I need you to tell the truth to the authorities.””
“I will.””
“Everything?””
She hesitated.
“Michael…”
“Everything.””
Then she said something unexpected.
“Vanessa has something on me.””
I straightened.
“What?””
“A recording.””
“What recording?””
She began crying again.
“It's a conversation between your father and me. It happened shortly before he died.””
I frowned.
“What does that have to do with Sarah?””
“Your father told me he had another child.””
I looked toward the photographs on the mantel.
“Rachel?””
“Yes.””
“What about her?””
My mother lowered her voice.
“He told me he wanted to bring her into the family. He wanted to acknowledge her publicly.””
I waited.
“And?””
“I refused.””
I felt my jaw tighten.
“Why?””
“Because I thought it would destroy our family.””
I looked at the photograph of my father.
My mother continued.
“Vanessa found out. She obtained the recording. She threatened to release it and expose Daniel's financial problems unless I helped her.””
“So you cooperated.””
“Yes.””
I stood and walked to the window.
“Did Dad know Vanessa was his granddaughter?””
“No. He knew she was Rachel's daughter, but he didn't know how far she would go.””
“Did he ever meet Vanessa?””
“Yes.””
“When?””
“Several months before he died.””
I closed my eyes.
My father had known.
He had seen the danger.
And somehow, nobody had managed to stop it.
“Mom, where is the recording?””
“I don't know.””
“Who has it?””
“Vanessa.””
I looked down at my phone.
“Then you need to help us get it.””
She was silent.
Finally, she said, “I can meet you tomorrow.””
I agreed.
But before ending the call, I asked one final question.
“Mom, did Sarah know you were involved?””
My mother began sobbing.
“Yes.””
I closed my eyes.
“What did she say?””
“She told me she would never forgive me.””
The call ended.
That evening, I went to Daniel's house.
I needed to understand why he had suddenly changed his statement.
Rebecca opened the door.
“Michael.””
“Is Daniel here?””
She nodded.
“He's in the study.””
I walked inside.
Daniel was sitting behind his desk, staring at a glass of untouched water.
When he saw me, he stood.
“I knew you'd come.””
I closed the door.
“Why did you sign that statement?””
He looked away.
“Vanessa said it was necessary.””
“She said I was unstable.””
“You've been under a lot of pressure.””
I stared at him.
“Don't do this.””
Daniel rubbed his face.
“I didn't know what else to do.””
“You could have told the truth.””
“She has the recording.””
“Of what?””
He looked at me.
“The night Dad died.””
I froze.
“What?””
Daniel sat down.
“Dad was already sick. He had been having trouble breathing. I went to see him that evening.””
I stared at him.
“And?””
“He asked me to stop taking money from the business. He said he was going to tell you everything.””
My stomach tightened.
“What did you do?””
“I argued with him.””
“About the money?””
Daniel nodded.
“Then he collapsed.””
I felt my blood run cold.
“Was he alone?””
“No.””
“Who was there?””
Daniel lowered his eyes.
“Vanessa.””
I stepped closer.
“Why was she there?””
“She said she had come to deliver some documents.””
I stared at him.
“Did you call an ambulance?””
Daniel nodded.
“But?””
He swallowed.
“Vanessa took his phone.””
I couldn't breathe.
“Why?””
“She said she needed to call Dr. Martin first.””
I stared at my brother.
“Was Dad conscious?””
“For a few minutes.””
“What did he say?””
Daniel began crying.
“He asked me to get you.””
I closed my eyes.
“And you didn't?””
Daniel shook his head.
“Vanessa told me he was already dying. She said there was nothing we could do.””
I stepped backward.
My father had asked for me.
And I hadn't been there.
I had been at home, asleep, believing everything was fine.
Daniel wiped his face.
“I know you hate me.””
I looked at him.
“I don't know what I feel.””
Then he said something that made my stomach turn.
“Michael, Vanessa didn't just have access to Dad's money.””
He opened a drawer and pulled out a photograph.
It showed my father lying in a hospital bed.
Vanessa stood beside him.
But this time, there was another person in the background.
My mother.
Holding a small bottle.
Daniel pointed to the photograph.
“That was taken the night Dad died.””
I stared at it.
Then I noticed the date.
It was three days before the official date of my father's death.
I looked at Daniel.
“Why is the date wrong?””
He swallowed.
“Because the photograph was taken before the ambulance arrived.””
I stared at the image.
My father was still alive.
And the woman holding the bottle was my mother.
Daniel leaned forward.
“Michael, there's something I haven't told you.””
I looked at him.
“What?””
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He whispered:
“Dad didn't die from his illness. The hospital discovered something unusual in his blood. But Vanessa paid to have the report buried.””
