Chapter 13: The Bullet Meant for Me
"Put the gun down, Margaret.""
Richard's voice was steady, but I could see the tension in his shoulders.
Margaret didn't move.
Her silver pistol remained pointed toward me.
Daniel stood between us, his arms slightly extended.
"Mom, stop.""
"Move, Daniel.""
"No.""
Her eyes narrowed.
"You have no idea what you're doing.""
Daniel shook his head.
"For thirty years, you've told me who my father was, who I should hate, and what I deserved. I'm done listening.""
Margaret laughed bitterly.
"You think these people care about you? They never did.""
"Michael was my father.""
"Michael was a weak man!""
The words echoed through the living room.
Daniel flinched.
Margaret continued.
"He chose his precious family over you. He left you with me. I had to build something for you.""
"You told me he abandoned us.""
"He did.""
"He was trying to protect me!""
Margaret's expression twisted.
"From what? From the truth?""
I watched her finger tighten around the gun.
"Margaret," I said quietly, "this doesn't have to end like this.""
She turned toward me.
"Don't pretend you care about what happens to me.""
"I don't want anyone else in my family to die.""
For a moment, something flickered in her eyes.
Then she smiled.
"Your grandmother said exactly the same thing.""
My stomach tightened.
"What?""
Margaret glanced toward the fireplace.
"She begged me to stop. She said Eleanor had already lost one son and shouldn't have to lose another.""
I felt my blood run cold.
"You were there when she died?""
Margaret's silence answered before her mouth did.
Daniel turned toward her.
"Mom?""
She looked at him.
"Don't ask questions you aren't prepared to hear the answers to.""
Richard slowly moved toward the table.
"Margaret, the police are already on their way. Put the weapon down.""
She pointed the gun at him.
"Stay where you are.""
The stranger who had entered with her placed his briefcase on the floor.
He looked nervous.
"Margaret, we should leave.""
She snapped at him.
"Shut up, Victor.""
I froze.
Victor Hayes.
The man who had stolen my father's money.
The man who had helped Margaret build this entire scheme.
He was standing three feet away from me.
He looked older than I expected, with a narrow face and a carefully trimmed beard.
He glanced toward Daniel.
"Son, listen to me. This has gone too far.""
Daniel turned.
"Don't call me that.""
Victor's expression tightened.
Margaret laughed.
"Now you see? Neither of them wants you.""
Daniel didn't move.
"At least I know who I am now.""
Margaret's hand shook.
"Your father was a criminal.""
"Which one?""
Her face went pale.
Daniel continued.
"Michael or Victor?""
For the first time, Margaret looked genuinely trapped.
Richard took another slow step.
"That's enough. Put the gun down.""
Margaret suddenly turned toward the blue folder.
"Give me the documents.""
Daniel grabbed it.
"No.""
"Give them to me!""
She lunged forward.
The gun fired.
The sound exploded through the room.
I felt something strike my shoulder, and I stumbled backward into the wall.
My mother screamed.
"EMILY!""
Daniel turned toward me.
The folder dropped from his hands.
Richard rushed toward Margaret, knocking her arm upward as she tried to fire again.
Victor bolted toward the front door.
Outside, sirens began to wail.
I slid down the wall, clutching my shoulder.
Blood spread across the sleeve of my dress.
Daniel dropped beside me.
"Emily! Look at me!""
I tried to answer.
My throat felt tight.
"Daniel...""
"Don't move. Help is coming.""
I looked at his face.
For the first time, he looked terrified for someone other than himself.
My mother knelt beside me, pressing a clean cloth against the wound.
"Stay with me, sweetheart.""
Richard wrestled the gun from Margaret.
She struggled violently.
"Get off me!""
Two police officers rushed through the doorway.
"Drop your hands!""
Richard released her.
The officers forced Margaret to the floor and handcuffed her.
Victor was caught outside.
He had made it halfway across the driveway before officers surrounded him.
Margaret kept shouting as they dragged her toward the door.
"You don't understand! Eleanor started this!""
I looked at her.
She stopped when our eyes met.
Then she said something that made my mother go completely still.
"Ask Richard who signed the original agreement!""
I turned toward him.
Richard looked down.
And in that moment, I understood there was still something he hadn't told me.
The paramedics arrived.
They carefully lifted me onto a stretcher.
Daniel stepped back as they worked.
One officer approached him.
"Sir, we need you to come with us.""
Daniel nodded.
Before they took him away, he looked at me.
"I'm sorry.""
I wanted to tell him that an apology couldn't undo three years of lies.
I wanted to tell him that I would never forgive him for what he had planned.
But I was too tired.
The ambulance doors closed.
My mother climbed inside beside me.
As we drove away, she held my hand.
"You're going to be all right.""
I stared at the ceiling.
"Mom?""
"Yes, sweetheart?""
"Did Grandma know?""
My mother began crying.
"I don't know.""
I closed my eyes.
At the hospital, doctors confirmed that the bullet had passed through the outer part of my shoulder without damaging any major blood vessels.
I needed stitches, medication, and several days of rest.
Richard arrived later that evening.
He carried the blue folder.
I looked at him.
"What did Margaret mean about the original agreement?""
He sat beside my bed.
"She was trying to create confusion. The original partnership agreement was signed by your father, Michael, and Victor.""
"And you?""
Richard lowered his eyes.
"I witnessed it.""
I frowned.
"Then why did she say you signed it?""
He opened the folder.
"Because there was another agreement. One that Eleanor prepared after your father's death.""
He removed a document.
My grandmother's signature appeared at the bottom.
Beside it was Richard's.
I read the first paragraph.
Then the second.
My stomach tightened.
"She transferred ownership of the recovered assets into a separate trust.""
Richard nodded.
"Yes.""
"Who was the beneficiary?""
He looked at me.
"You.""
I stared at him.
"All of it?""
"Not exactly. There was another beneficiary.""
He turned the page.
A name appeared.
Michael Carter.
My grandmother had never believed he was dead.
At least, not when she created the agreement.
I looked at Richard.
"Why is my uncle listed as a beneficiary?""
Richard took a breath.
"Because Eleanor received evidence that Michael may have survived the accident.""
My heart stopped.
"What?""
He placed a final document on my hospital bed.
It was a photograph.
A man stood outside a train station, wearing a dark coat.
He was older, with gray at his temples.
But his face was unmistakable.
My father.
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And beneath the photograph was a handwritten message.
If Michael is alive, bring him home.
