Vanessa hadn’t lied about someone dying.
She’d lied about who had died.
Dad stood abruptly.
“No. I talked to him yesterday. He was fine.”
Santos nodded.
“He was found at his home.”
“Cause?”
“Possible cardiac event.”
Something in the detective’s face told me he didn’t believe that explanation.
Then he placed a sealed evidence bag on the table.
Inside was a folded note.
“This was found beside Mr. Pike.”
Dad instinctively reached for it.
Santos stopped him.
“I can’t let you touch it.”
“What does it say?”
The detective read aloud.
Richard knows everything. Vanessa must never find out.
Vanessa.
My sister.
Dad sank back into his chair.
Santos continued.
“We checked Mr. Pike’s phone.”
My pulse quickened.
“He received seventeen calls yesterday.”
“From whom?”
The detective looked at me.
“Grant Cole.”
Dad’s face turned gray.
That afternoon, police located Vanessa and Grant at a motel forty miles away.
Grant was arrested for financial fraud.
Vanessa was taken in for questioning.
She insisted the fake death call had been Grant’s idea.
According to her, Grant claimed Dad had died overnight and said Harold had confirmed it.
She admitted making the phone call.
She admitted trying to transfer the money.
She admitted knowing the power of attorney was questionable.
But she denied ever planning to hurt Dad.
Then investigators showed her Harold’s autopsy.
He hadn’t died naturally.
He’d been poisoned.
The poison matched the same medication Dad took for his heart.
Vanessa broke down.
Grant asked for a lawyer.
Dad didn’t speak for almost an hour after hearing the news.
I thought we’d reached the worst part.
I was wrong.
The following morning, Margaret called.
“You both need to come to my office.”
We arrived just before eleven.
Vanessa was already there.
So was Detective Santos.
She looked completely shattered.
Her mascara was gone.
Her eyes were swollen.
When she saw Dad, she whispered,
“I’m sorry.”
He said nothing.
Margaret placed the battered metal lockbox on the conference table.
“This belonged to Elaine.”
Mom.
Dad frowned.
“I thought you said it was yours.”
“I lied.”
Margaret unlocked the box.
Inside were dozens of letters.
Most were written to Harold.
One was addressed to Dad.
One to Vanessa.
And one to me.
My hands shook as Margaret handed it over.
Across the envelope were the words:
For Natalie, when Richard finally tells the truth.
I opened the letter.
The first sentence knocked the air out of my lungs.
Natalie, if you’re reading this, Richard has probably told you that Harold is Vanessa’s father.
I looked up at Dad.
He nodded silently.
I kept reading.
That part is true.
Then came the next line.
What Richard does not know is that Harold is also your father.
I stopped breathing.
Dad whispered,
“No.”
Margaret closed her eyes.
Vanessa stared at me.
I read the sentence again.
Then again.
Mom explained everything.
Her affair with Harold hadn’t lasted a few months.
It had continued for nearly fifteen years.
Vanessa was Harold’s daughter.
So was I.
Dad had never known.
He believed the affair ended before I was born.
Harold knew.
Mom knew.
And apparently Harold had been preparing to reveal the truth.
Dad staggered backward.
“You’re not mine?”
I couldn’t answer.
The devastation on his face broke something inside me.
Then Vanessa started crying.
Not softly.
Not politely.
She buried her face in her hands.
“All this time,” she said, “you loved her more.”
Dad stared at her.
“What?”
“You always trusted Natalie. You always defended her.”
“I loved both of you.”
“No.”
Vanessa looked up.
“You chose her.”
In that instant, everything finally made sense.
This had never been only about inheritance.
Vanessa had spent years believing she came second.
Grant had fed that insecurity.
He convinced her Dad favored me.
He convinced her she’d end up with nothing.
He convinced her she deserved to take what was “hers.”
But Detective Santos wasn’t watching Vanessa.
He was watching Margaret.
“There’s one more letter,” he said.
Margaret froze.
Dad noticed immediately.
“What letter?”
She didn’t answer.
Instead, Santos reached into his briefcase and placed another evidence bag on the table.
The handwriting belonged to Harold.
It was dated three days earlier.
The detective read aloud.
Richard, Grant knows Vanessa and Natalie are my daughters. He found Elaine’s letters. He’s been blackmailing me for months. Yesterday he demanded $500,000. I refused.
Vanessa gasped.
Santos continued.
If anything happens to me, Grant did it.
Grant had uncovered everything.
