Chapter 6: The Truth Behind My Mother’s Choice
I didn’t sleep that night.
Not because I was afraid of Damien Carter.
At least, that was what I told myself.
The truth was worse.
I was afraid of what he would say.
Because for eight years, my mother had been the one person I trusted completely.
She was my hero.
My safe place.
The person who taught me that kindness mattered more than money.
And now there was a possibility that the woman I loved had hidden something from me.
Something huge.
The room Victor gave me was bigger than our entire old apartment.
A king-sized bed.
A private bathroom.
A window overlooking the city.
Everything was perfect.
And I hated it.
Because comfort felt wrong when my mind was falling apart.
I sat on the edge of the bed, holding my mother’s bracelet.
The same bracelet that had connected me to Victor.
The same bracelet that had survived everything.
I remembered her hands tying it around my wrist when I was little.
“Never take this off,” she told me.
I smiled at the memory.
“Why?””
She smiled back.
“Because some things remind us who we are.””
At the time, I thought she meant the bracelet.
Now I wondered if she meant something else.
A knock came at the door.
I looked up.
“Come in.””
Victor stepped inside.
He looked different.
Not like the powerful man I had seen on magazine covers.
Just like a tired father who didn’t know how to fix what was broken.
“You should sleep.””
I almost laughed.
“Is that what you tell yourself?””
He looked down.
Fair enough.
He walked closer but stopped several feet away.
“I wanted to apologize.””
I looked at him.
“For what?””
His eyes met mine.
“For every year I missed.””
The honesty caught me off guard.
“I don’t know how to forgive that.””
“I know.””
“I don’t even know if I can.””
“I know.””
I looked away.
“You keep saying that.””
“Because I do.””
His voice was quiet.
“I know I don’t deserve forgiveness.””
That surprised me.
People like Victor usually didn’t admit they were wrong.
“My mother hated people who avoided responsibility.””
A small, painful smile appeared on his face.
“She would say that.””
“You knew her well.””
“Yes.””
The room became quiet.
“How much did you love her?””
Victor looked at the bracelet on my wrist.
“More than anything.””
I swallowed.
“Then why didn’t you fight harder?””
The question hurt both of us.
Victor sat in the chair across from me.
“I did.””
“Tell me.””
He took a deep breath.
“The night Angela disappeared, I was supposed to meet her.””
“When?””
“Midnight.””
“What happened?””
“I never made it.””
“Why?””
Victor’s jaw tightened.
“Because someone attacked me.””
I stared at him.
“What?””
“I was driving to meet her when another car forced me off the road.””
“Who?””
“I never saw the driver.””
“You expect me to believe that?””
“No.””
His answer was immediate.
“I expect you to know I spent years trying to prove it.””
He pulled out his phone.
He showed me old photos.
Documents.
Hospital records.
A newspaper article.
*Businessman Victor Hayes Injured in Late Night Accident.*
The date.
The same night my mother disappeared.
My stomach tightened.
“You were hurt.””
“Yes.””
“And everyone thought you were dead?””
“For a while.””
I looked at him.
“Then what?””
Victor locked his phone.
“When I recovered, Angela was gone.””
“And me?””
He looked away.
“That’s the part I can never forgive myself for.””
A silence passed.
“I searched everywhere.””
I believed him.
And that was the problem.
Because believing him made everything more complicated.
A knock interrupted us.
Principal Harris entered.
She looked serious.
“We need to talk.””
Victor stood.
“What happened?””
She held a folder.
“I found something.””
The three of us gathered around the desk.
She opened the folder.
Inside was an old student record.
Mine.
But this one was different.
My name was written at the top.
*Jaylen Victor Carter.*
I stared.
“What?””
Victor froze.
Principal Harris looked at me.
“This was your original enrollment record.””
I touched the paper.
“My middle name…”
“Was changed.””
I looked at Victor.
“Why?””
He looked shocked.
“I never knew.””
Principal Harris continued.
“After Angela disappeared, someone accessed the school system.””
“Who?””
She hesitated.
Then said:
“Someone with authority.””
The room went silent.
“Who had access?””
She looked at me.
“Your grandfather.””
My hands tightened.
“Damien?””
“Yes.””
I looked at the record again.
My father’s name.
My real name.
A part of my identity that had been erased.
“He wanted me hidden.””
Victor nodded slowly.
“Yes.””
“Why?””
Nobody answered.
I looked at the documents.
Then something caught my eye.
A handwritten note attached to the file.
I picked it up.
The handwriting was unfamiliar.
But the words made my heart stop.
*If Jaylen ever finds out the truth, tell him Angela did what she had to do.*
I looked at Principal Harris.
“Who wrote this?””
Her face changed.
“I don’t know.””
Victor took the paper.
He stared at it.
Then his expression shifted.
“What?””
I asked.
He looked at the handwriting.
“I’ve seen this before.””
“Where?””
He didn’t answer immediately.
Then he whispered:
“In Damien’s private files.””
A cold silence filled the room.
“You mean Damien wrote this?””
Victor shook his head.
“No.””
“Then who?””
He looked at the note again.
“The person who helped him.””
The lights suddenly flickered.
Everyone stopped.
Not again.
Victor immediately reached for his phone.
The security system was down.
A message appeared.
Unknown connection.
Someone had hacked the house.
Principal Harris stepped back.
“How did they get inside?””
Victor looked toward the cameras.
“They didn’t.””
A chill ran through me.
“What do you mean?””
He looked at me.
“They were already inside.””
The house suddenly felt different.
Every hallway.
Every shadow.
Every closed door.
I wasn’t in a safe place.
I was in a place where someone had been watching.
Victor moved toward the door.
“Stay behind me.””
I followed.
“No.””
“Jaylen.””
“I’m not hiding anymore.””
He looked at me.
For a second, I saw my mother in my own reflection.
The same stubbornness.
The same refusal to run.
Then we heard a sound.
A quiet movement upstairs.
Someone walking.
Victor froze.
Principal Harris whispered:
“There’s no one else here.””
The footsteps continued.
Slow.
Calm.
Like whoever was upstairs wanted us to know they were there.
Victor grabbed a nearby object for protection.
We moved toward the staircase.
One step.
Two steps.
The hallway above was dark.
Then a figure appeared at the top.
Not Damien.
Someone younger.
Someone I recognized.
My heart stopped.
Because I had seen that face before.
At my school.
At graduation.
A person who had been standing among the families.
A person who had watched me outside the fence.
Victor looked at him.
His face turned pale.
“No…”
I looked between them.
“Who is that?””
The man slowly smiled.
Then he said:
“Hello, Jaylen.””
My blood ran cold.
Because I knew his voice.
It was the voice from the phone message.
The voice that had been watching me.
Victor stepped forward.
“How did you get here?””
The man ignored him.
He looked only at me.
“I’ve been trying to meet you for years.””
I backed away.
“Who are you?””
The man smiled.
“My name is Marcus Carter.””
The room went silent.
Victor whispered:
“That’s impossible.””
Marcus looked at him.
“Why?””
Victor’s face lost all color.
“Because you died.””
Marcus smiled.
“No, Victor.””
He looked at me.
“I was erased.””
Then he pulled out a faded photograph.
The same kind of photograph Victor had carried.
And on it was my mother.
Victor.
Damien.
And a little boy.
A boy who looked exactly like me.
Marcus held it up.
“You’ve been asking the wrong question, Jaylen.””
I stared at him.
“What question?””
His smile disappeared.
“The question isn’t who took your mother.””
A pause.
“It’s why she chose to leave you with me.””
My heart stopped.
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And for the first time, I wondered if the person I needed to fear wasn’t Damien Carter.
Maybe it was the person standing right in front of me.
