Chapter 10: The Box Beneath Her Clothes
“Chloe, stay where you are. We're coming home.””
I kept the phone pressed to my ear as Dad hurried toward the elevator.
“Lily, put me on speaker,” Mrs. Hart said.
“We need to contact Officer Daniels before anyone touches that box.””
I did.
Within seconds, Dad had called the police, explained what Chloe had reported, and asked them to meet us at the house. Eric followed us downstairs, looking as though every step brought him closer to something he desperately wanted to avoid.
“Did you know Vanessa had that box?”” I asked him as we reached the parking lot.
“No.””
“Did you know my mother left something behind?””
Eric hesitated.
“I knew she kept records. I didn't know what was inside them.””
“That's convenient.””
He winced.
“You have every reason not to trust me, Lily. But whatever Vanessa has done, I didn't want this to happen to you.””
I climbed into Dad's car without answering.
The drive home felt endless.
I kept calling Chloe, but she didn't answer again. Every passing traffic light seemed to take an hour. Dad's hands tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.
“She shouldn't be alone with Vanessa,” I whispered.
“She isn't going to be alone for much longer,” he said.
When we finally turned into our driveway, two police cars were already parked outside.
Officer Daniels stood near the front door, talking to another officer. He spotted us immediately and raised a hand.
“Your younger daughter is safe,” he assured Dad.
“She's in the kitchen with my colleague.””
My knees nearly gave way with relief.
“Where's Vanessa?”” I asked.
“Inside. We found her attempting to leave with a suitcase.””
Dad's expression darkened.
“A suitcase?””
“She said she intended to stay with a friend for a few days. Before she left, she told us she needed to retrieve a personal item from your bedroom.””
“What item?”” Dad asked.
Officer Daniels glanced toward the hallway.
“A small wooden box.””
I rushed past him.
“Chloe!””
My sister appeared in the kitchen doorway and ran straight into my arms. Her cheeks were wet, and she was clutching the pink blanket she'd carried from her bedroom.
“I was so scared,” she sobbed.
I wrapped both arms around her.
“You did everything right. You hear me? Everything.””
“She kept telling me to give it to her.””
“Where is the box?””
Chloe pointed toward the living room.
“On the table. I wouldn't let her have it.””
I kissed her forehead before following the officer.
Vanessa stood beside the sofa, her suitcase open near her feet. Her hair was loose, her makeup smudged, and her expression sharpened the second she saw me.
“You have no idea what you've done,” she said.
I stopped several feet away.
“I haven't done anything.””
“You've turned your father against me. You've dragged the police into our home. Now you're digging through things that should have stayed buried.””
Officer Daniels moved between us.
“Ma'am, you're not to approach Lily or Chloe while we're sorting this out.””
Vanessa laughed bitterly.
“Unbelievable. I'm being treated like a criminal in my own house.””
Dad walked in behind me.
“Because you planted stolen property in my daughter's backpack.””
Vanessa turned toward him, her expression suddenly pleading.
“Mark, please. You know me.””
“I thought I did.””
For a moment, she seemed to lose her footing.
Then her gaze landed on the wooden box sitting on the coffee table.
“Give me that,” she said.
Nobody moved.
“That's mine,” she insisted.
“It contains personal belongings. You have no right to take it.””
Mrs. Hart stepped forward.
“Do you recognize this box, Mr. Young?””
Dad stared at it.
“Yes.””
His voice came out barely above a whisper.
“It belonged to Eleanor.””
Vanessa's eyes flashed.
“It's been in my possession for years.””
“Because you told me it was thrown away,” I said.
She ignored me and addressed Officer Daniels.
“This is a family heirloom. None of you understands what it means.””
“Then you can explain that to the appropriate authorities,” he replied.
Chloe appeared behind Dad, holding my hand.
“Mommy said Lily would hate me if I opened it.””
Vanessa's face twisted.
“I never said that!””
“You told me the box would destroy everything.””
“Chloe, stop lying!””
The little girl flinched.
Dad immediately moved in front of her.
“Do not speak to her like that again.””
Vanessa stared at him.
Something in his voice had finally reached her. For once, she seemed to understand that she had lost control of the room.
Officer Daniels asked everyone to remain where they were while the box was documented. Mrs. Hart explained that she could help identify the documents and determine which belonged to my mother's estate, but the officers would handle evidence preservation.
The box was small, made from dark walnut with a brass clasp. A narrow keyhole sat just beneath its lid.
Chloe held out the gold key she'd found in Vanessa's suitcase.
“This opens it,” she whispered.
Mrs. Hart examined it without taking it from Chloe.
“Would you like your father to try?””
Chloe nodded.
Dad knelt beside her.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?””
She swallowed.
“Yes.””
He took the key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it.
A soft click broke the silence.
The lid opened.
Inside lay a faded yellow envelope, a small digital voice recorder, several photographs, and a sealed medical document folded in half.
My fingers went cold when I saw the envelope.
Evelyn Hart was written across the front in my mother's handwriting.
Mrs. Hart's face changed.
“I've never seen this one,” she said.
She leaned closer but didn't touch it.
Officer Daniels photographed the contents before permitting Mrs. Hart to examine the documents. The recorder and medical paper were kept separate for review.
Vanessa started breathing faster.
“Don't read that.””
Mrs. Hart looked up.
“Why?””
“Because Eleanor was sick. She wasn't thinking clearly.””
Dad's face hardened.
“You told me you barely knew Eleanor before I met you.””
Vanessa stared at him.
“I was trying to protect our family.””
“From what?””
She opened her mouth, but no words came.
Mrs. Hart carefully opened the yellow envelope after the officer documented it.
Inside was a short letter.
She read the first few lines silently, then stopped.
“What's it say?”” I asked.
She looked at Dad.
“This letter was written the week before Eleanor died.””
Dad reached for the desk and steadied himself.
“Read it aloud.””
Mrs. Hart hesitated, then began.
Evelyn, if you are reading this, I need you to understand that the situation has become dangerous. Vanessa knows I have discovered what happened to the trust documents. She also knows I intend to tell Mark the truth about the night I became ill.
My father's face drained of color.
I gripped his arm.
“What night?””
He didn't answer.
Mrs. Hart continued.
I am not accusing her of deliberately hurting me. But she gave me something that she claimed had been approved by my doctor, and I became seriously ill shortly afterward. When I asked to see the packaging, it was gone.
Vanessa made a strangled sound.
“That's not the whole story!””
Officer Daniels turned toward her.
“Then you'll have an opportunity to provide your account.””
Mrs. Hart read the final lines.
Please preserve the voice recorder. It contains the conversation I had with Vanessa afterward. If anything happens to me, make sure Mark knows what I told her.
I stared at the little recorder.
My mother had left behind proof.
Proof that Vanessa had lied about their relationship, hidden the financial documents, and concealed something about the final days of my mother's life.
Dad reached for the device, but Officer Daniels stopped him.
“We'll need to arrange for it to be examined properly.””
Vanessa lunged toward the table.
“NO!””
The officers caught her before she reached the box.
She struggled against their hands, her voice breaking into desperate sobs.
“You don't understand! If you listen to that recording, you'll destroy everything!””
Officer Daniels secured her hands in front of her and moved her away from the table.
Then he looked at the recorder.
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“Let's find out what she was so afraid of.””
And when the first file appeared on the small screen, the date matched the night my mother was taken to the hospital.
