Chapter 3: The Woman Who Signed My Name
I stared at the signature until the letters blurred.
The document was simple.
It authorized Sophia Reed to make certain medical decisions on my behalf if I became unable to communicate.
I understood why hospitals needed such documents.
I understood why patients selected people they trusted.
What I couldn't understand was why I had apparently signed one while lying unconscious in intensive care.
“Is this legal?”” I asked.
Naomi removed her glasses.
“That depends on several things. We need the original, the hospital's audit trail, and confirmation of who witnessed it.””
“But it's my signature.””
“It looks similar.””
“Naomi.””
She leaned closer.
“Ethan, I have reviewed your signature thousands of times. This looks like someone copied it.””
The words landed harder than I expected.
I had spent six months allowing Sophia to speak for me.
Now I was learning that she might have started doing it before I could even open my eyes.
“Call the hospital.””
“I already have.””
“Get the original document.””
“I will.””
“And find Elena.””
Naomi nodded.
“I'm sending someone to her apartment.””
Maya stood by the sofa, still holding her rabbit.
“Is my mom in trouble?””
I looked at her.
“I don't know yet.””
She swallowed.
“Can she come here?””
“Not until we know she's safe.””
Maya lowered her eyes.
“She told me not to trust anyone who says they're helping me if they won't let me ask questions.””
Naomi gave the girl a small smile.
“Your mother sounds like a smart woman.””
A knock interrupted us.
Mr. Collins, the estate manager, stood in the doorway. He looked uncomfortable.
“Mr. Hale, Ms. Reed asked me to remove the child from the property.””
“Why?””
“She says the girl has been taking things from the staff quarters.””
Maya immediately shook her head.
“I didn't!””
Mr. Collins avoided her eyes.
“I'm simply following instructions.””
I looked at him.
“Whose instructions?””
“Ms. Reed's.””
“I'm the owner of this house.””
“Yes, sir.””
“Then listen carefully. Maya stays here until her mother is found.””
Mr. Collins hesitated.
“Of course.””
“And bring me the security recordings from the last seven days.””
His face changed.
“Those were erased.””
“Who erased them?””
“I was told the system needed a maintenance reset.””
“By whom?””
He looked toward the staircase.
I didn't need him to answer.
“Mr. Collins,” I said quietly, “how long have you known Sophia was making decisions in my name?””
His mouth opened.
Then closed.
That silence told me more than an explanation would have.
Naomi stood.
“Ethan, perhaps we should speak to him privately.””
“No.””
I held Mr. Collins's gaze.
“I want to hear what he has to say.””
The older man rubbed his forehead.
“Sir, I have worked here a long time. I don't want trouble.””
“Neither do I.””
“Ms. Reed told us you were under strict medical orders. She said unnecessary stress could permanently damage your recovery.””
“Did my doctor tell you that?””
“No, sir. She did.””
“Did you verify it?””
He looked down.
“No.””
I felt the answer settle in my chest.
Sophia hadn't needed to lock me in a room.
She had convinced everyone around me that protecting me meant obeying her.
“Did you block Elena's calls?””
Mr. Collins swallowed.
“She asked to speak with you several times. Ms. Reed told me you had refused.””
“And you believed her?””
“She showed me messages.””
Naomi immediately asked, “What messages?””
“Emails from your account.””
I froze.
“My account?””
“Yes, sir.””
“Do you still have them?””
“I believe so.””
Naomi's expression sharpened.
“Don't delete anything. Don't forward them to Ms. Reed. Preserve every copy, including the original metadata.””
Mr. Collins nodded.
He left the room.
For a moment, I watched the doorway.
Then I looked at Naomi.
“She's been impersonating me.””
“Possibly.””
“How long?””
“We don't know.””
My phone vibrated again.
This time, it was a message from the hospital.
The medical records department had agreed to send the original authorization form and its electronic audit history.
Naomi opened the message.
Then her eyebrows rose.
“What is it?”” I asked.
“The file was uploaded from your home network.””
“When?””
She read the date.
“Two days before your accident.””
I stared at her.
“That doesn't make sense. I was healthy then.””
“I know.””
“Why would I give Sophia medical authority when I didn't need anyone making medical decisions for me?””
Naomi enlarged the audit details.
The document had been created from a private laptop.
The account used to submit it belonged to a person named Daniel Voss.
I didn't recognize the name.
Naomi did.
Her face became very still.
“Who is he?”” I asked.
“Former compliance officer at Hale Meridian.””
“Why would he be involved in my medical records?””
“Because he left the company three months ago after an internal investigation.””
“What investigation?””
Naomi hesitated.
Then she opened another file.
“Daniel was suspected of leaking confidential acquisition information. The investigation was closed after your accident.””
I stared at the screen.
“What does that have to do with Sophia?””
Naomi searched the company archive.
A moment later, she found an old vendor payment.
The amount was $85,000.
It had been authorized through a consulting company registered to a private address.
Naomi clicked the attached invoice.
The description was only three words.
*Personal protection services.*
The invoice had been approved by Sophia.
My stomach tightened.
“Why was my fiancée paying a former compliance officer?””
“I don't know yet.””
“Find out.””
Naomi looked at the clock.
“I'll start with the bank records and corporate approvals. But Ethan, we need to consider something.””
“What?””
“Your accident happened shortly after Daniel began investigating the company's acquisition accounts. Someone may have had a reason to keep you away from Hale Meridian.””
I remembered the last conversation I'd had with Daniel.
He had come to my office late one evening, carrying a folder and asking for fifteen minutes.
I had postponed the meeting.
The next afternoon, a truck crossed the center line on a wet highway.
My car hit the guardrail.
The world went black.
I woke up in a hospital bed with Sophia holding my hand.
“What did Daniel find?”” I asked.
Naomi shook her head.
“I don't know. But I'll locate him.””
Before she could make the call, footsteps sounded at the top of the staircase.
Sophia appeared.
She had changed into a black dress. Her makeup was perfect, but her eyes looked red.
“Ethan, we need to talk.””
“About what?””
“About the way you're treating me.””
Naomi closed her laptop.
“Perhaps we should wait until your attorney is present.””
Sophia laughed without humor.
“You are his attorney, Naomi. You don't get to control his personal life.””
“No,” Naomi replied.
“But I do get to protect his legal interests.””
Sophia ignored her.
She came closer and crouched beside my wheelchair.
“I know you're frightened. I know all of this seems confusing. But I have given up everything to take care of you.””
“Why did you sign medical documents for me before the accident?””
Her eyes flickered.
“What?””
“Your name is on an authorization form submitted two days before I crashed.””
Sophia slowly stood.
“I don't know what you're talking about.””
“It was uploaded from this house.””
“Then someone is framing me.””
“Who?””
She looked at Naomi.
Then back at me.
“Your attorney has always hated me.””
Naomi didn't move.
Sophia reached for my hand.
I pulled it away.
That was when her expression changed completely.
“Ethan, listen to me. You're making a terrible mistake.””
“Did you change my medication?””
“I followed the doctor's instructions.””
“Did you block Elena's calls?””
“She was stealing from this house.””
“Did you sign my name?””
Sophia's lips trembled.
Then she leaned closer and lowered her voice.
“You don't understand what will happen if you start digging into the accident.””
The room went silent.
I felt my pulse beating against my throat.
“What did you just say?””
Sophia straightened immediately.
“I said you're putting your recovery at risk.””
“No. You said something about the accident.””
Her gaze moved toward Naomi.
For the first time, Sophia looked genuinely afraid.
Then she turned and walked away.
Naomi waited until the door closed before speaking.
“Ethan, don't move. I'll have someone secure the entrance.””
But I was already reaching for my phone.
I opened the contact list and searched for Daniel Voss.
His number was still there.
I called.
Once.
Twice.
On the third attempt, a man answered.
His voice sounded exhausted.
“Who is this?””
“Daniel, it's Ethan Hale.””
Silence.
Then he whispered, “Oh, God.””
“Daniel, I need to know what you found before my accident.””
A long pause followed.
Then he said something that made my blood run cold.
“Your accident wasn't supposed to happen on that road.””
I gripped the phone.
“What does that mean?””
Daniel took a shaky breath.
“I have the original video, Ethan. The one showing who tampered with your car.””
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And then he added:
“But the person who paid for it wasn't Sophia.””
