Chapter 5: The Question My Father Couldn't Answer
Dad called Richard back immediately.
He didn't leave the dressing room. He didn't ask Vanessa to return. He simply stood beside the upholstered bench, holding his phone against his ear while Madison and I watched him.
“Richard, explain your message,” he said.
The voice on the other end was too faint for me to hear.
Dad turned toward the window.
“No, I haven't authorized any changes to Lily's records. What records are you talking about?””
He listened.
His shoulders stiffened.
“Send me whatever you can share securely. And don't approve anything until we speak again.””
Another pause.
“Richard, I need you to be very clear about one thing. Are you telling me that a change has already been submitted, or are you telling me someone is preparing one?””
He closed his eyes briefly.
“Understood. Call me when you've reviewed the documents.””
He ended the call.
Madison stood up.
“What did he say?””
Dad rubbed his forehead.
“He hasn't confirmed anything yet.””
“Then why do you look like that?”” I asked.
He looked at me, and the effort to keep his face calm made him seem older than he had that morning.
“Because someone has apparently contacted his office about a matter involving you.””
“What kind of matter?””
“He wouldn't discuss the details over the phone.””
I thought about the document with my portrait, my name, and the official-looking seal.
“Does it mean someone wants to change something about me?””
Dad took a moment before answering.
“It may. But we don't know what the document means yet, and I won't frighten you by pretending I know more than I do.””
I nodded.
That was the kind of answer I needed. Not a promise that everything was fine. Not another adult telling me to stop asking questions.
Just the truth about what he knew and what he didn't.
Dad gathered the papers and placed them back inside the folder.
“Madison, I need you to do something for me.””
She straightened.
“What?””
“Don't discuss these documents with anyone outside this family until my attorney has reviewed them. That includes your friends, and it includes anyone who asks you questions about what happened today.””
She nodded.
“Okay.””
“And if your mother tells you something about these papers, I want you to write down exactly what she says. Don't argue with her. Don't try to investigate anything yourself. Just tell me.””
Madison looked frightened.
“Do you think she did something wrong?””
Dad's expression softened.
“I think there are questions I cannot answer yet. That is all.””
He turned toward me.
“Lily, I want you to keep your phone with you. Don't delete the documents or the message. We may need to understand where they came from.””
I slipped the phone into my pocket.
“What about the letter?””
“I'll keep it somewhere safe, and we'll make sure you have access to it.””
He carefully placed the envelope and photograph inside a separate document sleeve.
Then he looked toward the doorway.
“I'm going to speak to Vanessa.””
I grabbed his hand before he could leave.
“Please don't let her take my phone.””
His expression changed.
“Has she taken things from you before?””
I immediately regretted asking the question.
Not because it was untrue, but because I had spent so long pretending the little things didn't matter.
Dad waited.
I stared at the floor.
“She took my old tablet last year. She said I didn't need it because I could use Madison's computer.””
“Did she return it?””
“No.””
“Did you tell me?””
I shook my head.
“Why not?””
I swallowed.
“Because she said you were busy. And she said if I kept complaining, you'd think I was trying to make you choose between your wife and your daughter.””
Dad looked away.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then he knelt in front of me.
“Lily, listen carefully. You never have to earn the right to tell me when something is wrong.””
My eyes burned.
“But you love Vanessa.””
“I do. Or at least, I believed I understood our marriage.”” He paused.
“That doesn't mean you should have to be afraid of speaking to me.””
I threw my arms around his neck.
He held me tightly, one hand resting against the back of my head.
For a moment, I was seven years old again, standing in the kitchen while Mom stirred cinnamon into a pot of oatmeal. I remembered how she used to tell me that the truth was sometimes uncomfortable, but it was still better than carrying a lie alone.
When Dad finally released me, he wiped a tear from my cheek.
“Go downstairs with Madison. I'll come find you shortly.””
Madison and I walked into the hallway together.
For several steps, neither of us spoke.
Then she stopped outside her bedroom.
“Lily?””
I turned.
“I'm sorry.””
“You already said that.””
“I know.”” She looked down at her robe.
“But I don't think you understand why I didn't tell you.””
“Then explain.””
She took a shaky breath.
“Mom told me that Dad had agreed to something involving you. She said it was complicated, and that if I talked about it, I'd ruin the arrangements.””
“What arrangements?””
“I don't know. She never explained the details.””
“Then why did you believe her?””
Madison looked at me.
“Because she told me Dad already knew.””
I stared at her.
“She said he had signed the papers?””
Madison nodded.
“And you believed that?””
“She showed me a page with his name on it.””
My stomach dropped.
“Was it the same signature?””
“I think so.””
“Where is that page?””
“I don't know. She took it back.””
I looked toward the stairs.
“Why didn't you tell Dad?””
Madison's face crumpled.
“Because I thought if he had signed it, there was nothing to tell. And because Mom said I would lose everything if I interfered.””
“Lose what?””
“My school. My room. My friends. She said we'd have to move if Dad got angry enough.””
I stared at her.
For the first time, I saw the fear beneath her expensive clothes and perfect hair.
Vanessa had made Madison feel safe as long as she obeyed. She had made me feel safe only when I stayed quiet.
Different rules. Same fear.
“I don't know if I can trust you yet,” I said.
Madison nodded, wiping her cheeks.
“I understand.””
“But if you remember anything else, tell Dad.””
“I will.””
We continued downstairs.
The mansion looked exactly as it always had. Sunlight illuminated the marble staircase. Fresh flowers stood in a crystal vase near the entrance. Somewhere in the kitchen, a timer beeped.
It was unsettling how normal everything appeared.
At the bottom of the stairs, Chloe sat on the living room sofa, scrolling through her tablet. She was twelve, only a year older than me, and usually had something to say about everything.
When she saw Madison's face, she lowered the screen.
“What happened?””
“Nothing,” Madison replied.
Chloe narrowed her eyes.
“Mom said Dad was being dramatic about some papers.””
Madison went still.
I looked at Chloe.
“What papers?””
She glanced between us.
“The ones Mom said Dad would sign tonight.””
The room seemed to tilt.
Madison grabbed her sister's arm.
“What did you just say?””
Chloe pulled away.
“Don't do that!””
“Where did you hear that?””
“From Mom! She was talking to someone on the phone yesterday.””
My heart began to pound.
“What was Dad supposed to sign?”” I asked.
Chloe stared at me as if she had only just realized I was there.
“I don't know. She said everything would be finished before the guests arrived.””
“What guests?””
“The people coming tonight.””
Madison looked toward the staircase.
“Mom said the papers needed to be signed tonight?””
Chloe nodded.
“She said it would be easier if everyone was already here.””
I remembered the second document on my phone.
The signature that looked like Dad's.
The mysterious message warning him not to sign anything else.
And the date my mother had written on the photograph.
“Did Mom say who would be here?”” I asked.
Chloe hesitated.
“Some lawyer. And a woman from an office downtown.””
Madison went pale.
“What woman?””
“I don't know her name. Mom said she was bringing the final paperwork.””
I felt cold all over.
Dad had said nobody would sign anything until Richard reviewed the documents.
But Vanessa had apparently arranged for someone else to bring papers to the house that very evening.
I pulled out my phone and checked the time.
It was already late afternoon.
“Chloe,” I said, “did Mom tell you what time they were coming?””
She nodded.
“Seven.””
It was barely an hour away.
Before either of us could speak again, a voice came from the hallway.
“What exactly are you three discussing?””
Vanessa stood near the entrance to the living room.
Her handbag hung from one shoulder, and she had changed nothing about her appearance. Her hair was smooth, her makeup perfect, her expression composed.
But her eyes went straight to my phone.
“Lily,” she said, “come here for a moment.””
I instinctively stepped closer to Madison.
Vanessa noticed.
Her smile disappeared.
“I am not going to hurt you.””
“Then why do you keep asking for my phone?””
“Because you're a child holding confidential documents you don't understand.””
“Dad said I could keep it.””
For a second, Vanessa looked genuinely stunned.
Then she laughed softly.
“Your father is upset. He doesn't know what he's saying.””
I shook my head.
“He said not to delete anything.””
Her jaw tightened.
“Lily, I am giving you one last opportunity to do the sensible thing.””
Madison stepped between us.
“Mom, stop.””
Vanessa stared at her daughter.
“Move.””
“No.””
The word came out barely above a whisper, but Madison didn't move.
Vanessa's face flushed.
“You have absolutely no idea what you're interfering with.””
“Then tell us,” Madison replied.
Vanessa looked at both of us.
Something in her expression shifted, and her voice became quieter.
“Tonight is important. Your father has obligations he cannot simply ignore because someone found an old letter.””
I took a step forward.
“What obligations?””
She looked at me.
“You have no idea what your mother left behind.””
Before I could ask what she meant, Dad appeared at the end of the hallway.
“Then perhaps you should explain it to all of us.””
Vanessa turned.
Dad held his phone in one hand. His expression was calm, but his eyes were fixed on her.
“I just spoke to Richard again,” he said.
“He has a question for you.””
Vanessa's smile vanished.
“What question?””
Dad took a breath.
“Why did your office send a request to change Lily's records without my authorization?””
Vanessa stared at him.
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And for the first time, she didn't deny it.
She simply whispered, “You weren't supposed to find out until tonight.””
