Chapter 4: My Brother's Signature
For several seconds, I couldn't look away from the message on my phone.
Take Nia and the baby away from Claire before she learns what Vanessa kept.
The words seemed to glow against the screen.
Michael stood across from me in the cramped storage unit, his face drained of color. Between us lay the documents that had destroyed everything I thought I knew about my family.
I raised my eyes.
"Tell me why your signature is on this paper.""
Michael swallowed.
"Arthur, I swear to you, I never wanted any of this to happen.""
"That isn't an answer.""
"I know.""
"Then give me one.""
He looked toward the open storage unit door, as if someone might be standing outside listening.
That small movement made my stomach tighten.
"Who sent me this message?"" I demanded, showing him my phone.
Michael barely glanced at the screen.
"I don't know.""
"You're lying.""
"I'm not.""
"Your signature is on a document giving away my daughter. My mother wrote that you helped Claire. And now someone is warning me about what Vanessa kept. You expect me to believe you know nothing?""
Michael dragged both hands through his hair.
"I was twenty-seven, Arthur. I was trying to keep the family together.""
"By helping my wife steal my child?""
His face crumpled.
"I didn't know she was going to do that.""
"Do what?""
He sat on a cardboard box and stared at the floor.
"Claire came to me before your wedding. She said Vanessa was threatening to ruin your life. She told me Vanessa had been struggling mentally and wanted to use the baby to force you back into a relationship.""
I felt a bitter laugh escape me.
"Vanessa wanted me to meet my own daughter. What a monstrous thing to ask.""
"I know how it sounds.""
"No, Michael. You don't.""
He looked up.
"Claire showed me a document. It said you'd agreed to relinquish your rights to the baby.""
"I never signed anything.""
"I know that now.""
"Did you know it then?""
Michael didn't answer.
I stepped toward him.
"Did you?""
He rubbed his face.
"I wasn't sure. She told me you'd signed it after a conversation with Vanessa. She said you'd decided to move on and didn't want another confrontation.""
"And you believed her?""
"I wanted to.""
The admission was worse than any excuse.
I had trusted my brother with my life. When our father died, Michael and I had divided the responsibilities of caring for our mother. He had stood beside me at my wedding. He had held my newborn son and promised to be the kind of uncle Jordan could always depend on.
And somewhere along the way, he'd decided that protecting my happiness meant taking away my right to choose it.
"What did you do?"" I asked.
Michael stared at the document.
"Claire asked me to sign as a witness.""
"Witness to what?""
"That the paperwork had been presented to you.""
"But it hadn't.""
"No.""
"So you signed a lie.""
"Yes.""
I turned away, pressing my fingers against my eyes.
For a moment, I was twenty-seven again, standing outside a hospital room with a bouquet of white roses, waiting for Vanessa to let me hold our daughter.
I'd brought a tiny knitted hat. Pale yellow. Vanessa had laughed when she saw it because I'd bought the smallest size available, terrified the baby would be too small for anything else.
Then Vanessa had disappeared.
I had spent years wondering what I'd done wrong.
Now I knew there had been people standing between us, making decisions neither of us had agreed to.
"Did you ever see Vanessa after she left?"" I asked.
Michael nodded slowly.
"Once.""
"When?""
"About three months after you married Claire.""
My blood went cold.
"You saw her?""
"She came to the house where Mom was staying. She wanted to talk to you, but Claire answered the door.""
"What happened?""
Michael's eyes shone with tears.
"Vanessa was holding a baby carrier. She looked exhausted. She kept asking whether you'd signed the papers yourself.""
"And?""
"Claire told her you didn't want to see her. Then she called me.""
I stared at him.
"You were there?""
"I came outside.""
"What did Vanessa say?""
He closed his eyes.
"She asked me to look at the baby. She said, 'Please, Michael. Just look at her. She has Arthur's eyes.''"
I couldn't breathe.
"What did you say?""
"I told her to leave.""
The silence afterward was unbearable.
Michael began to cry.
"I thought I was protecting you. I thought if she went away, you'd be able to start over. Claire said she was doing what you wanted.""
"And you never asked me?""
"No.""
"Not once?""
"No.""
I walked toward the door.
"Arthur, wait.""
I stopped but didn't turn around.
"There's more," Michael said.
I closed my eyes.
"Of course there is.""
"Claire didn't create that document herself.""
I turned.
"What do you mean?""
"She got it from someone at the hospital. Dr. Helen Morris.""
I thought of the signature on the transfer record.
"Why would a doctor help her?""
"I don't know. But Claire said Helen could make the paperwork look legitimate. She said the hospital had made an administrative mistake and that the documents would never be examined.""
"Who paid her?""
Michael hesitated.
That hesitation told me more than his words could have.
"Who paid her, Michael?""
"Claire did.""
"With what money?""
He stared at me.
"Money from your mother's estate.""
I felt as though the floor had dropped away.
My mother had left us a modest inheritance. I'd used my share to pay off our mortgage. Michael had invested his portion. Claire had received nothing directly.
Unless she'd found another way to access it.
"How much?""
"Twenty-five thousand dollars.""
I stared at him.
"She paid a doctor twenty-five thousand dollars to help keep my daughter away from me?""
"I don't know if all of it went to Helen.""
"But you knew about the payment.""
Michael nodded.
"And you said nothing.""
"I was ashamed.""
I turned away again.
Shame was becoming the family language.
Everyone had been ashamed. Everyone had been afraid. Everyone had made a decision that seemed easier than telling me the truth.
And I'd spent twenty-two years paying for their cowardice.
My phone vibrated again.
This time, the message contained a photograph.
It showed a small wooden box resting on a table. Beside it lay an old photograph of Vanessa holding Nia as a newborn.
On the back of the photograph, I could just make out the words The original is not the only copy.
Below the image was a message.
*Ask Claire what she did with the recording.*
I showed it to Michael.
His expression changed instantly.
"What recording?"" I demanded.
He stood up so abruptly that the cardboard box beneath him collapsed.
"Arthur, we need to go.""
"Answer me.""
"I can't.""
"You can't, or you won't?""
He looked at me with desperate eyes.
"Vanessa recorded a conversation with Claire. She told me she had proof that Claire had lied about you signing those papers.""
"When?""
"Years ago. She sent Mom a copy.""
My pulse hammered.
"Where is it?""
"Mom kept it in the cedar chest. I don't know what happened to it afterward.""
"You're telling me my mother had evidence that could have cleared my name, and she kept it hidden?""
Michael nodded.
I felt sick.
"Who else knew?""
"I don't know.""
"Claire?""
"I think so.""
The message on my phone suddenly seemed less like a warning and more like a countdown.
I called Jordan.
He answered immediately.
"Dad?""
"Where are you?""
"At home. Nia's feeding Lily.""
"Is your mother there?""
A pause.
"She went upstairs about ten minutes ago.""
"Listen carefully. Take Nia and Lily into the guest room. Lock the door. Don't let anyone in until I get back.""
"Dad, what's happening?""
"I'll explain when I'm there.""
"Is Mom in trouble?""
I looked at Michael.
"No one is in trouble yet. But I need you to be careful.""
I ended the call and headed for the exit.
Michael followed me.
"Arthur, I need to tell you something about Vanessa's recording.""
I turned.
"Then tell me.""
He lowered his voice.
"The last time I saw it, Mom had given it to Claire.""
My heart stopped.
"Why?""
"She said Claire needed to hear what Vanessa had said. She thought maybe Claire would finally admit what she'd done.""
"And did she?""
Michael shook his head.
"No. Claire told Mom the recording had been destroyed.""
I stared at him.
"But you don't believe her.""
"No.""
We reached the parking lot.
Michael stopped beside my car.
"Arthur, if that recording still exists, there's something on it that could change everything.""
"What?""
He looked at me.
"Vanessa told me that Claire wasn't the first person who wanted you to believe your daughter had been abandoned.""
Before I could ask what he meant, my phone rang.
The caller ID showed our home number.
I answered.
"Jordan?""
But it wasn't my son.
It was Claire.
Her voice was shaking.
"Arthur, you need to come home immediately.""
"What happened?""
"Nia's gone.""
My stomach dropped.
"What do you mean, gone?""
"The guest room is empty. Lily's things are gone, too.""
I gripped the phone so tightly my fingers hurt.
"Did she leave a message?""
Claire was silent.
"Claire!""
"There's a note on the bed.""
"What does it say?""
Her breathing turned ragged.
Then she whispered, "It says, 'I'm sorry, Arthur. I can't let you find out what my mother did.''"
I stared at Michael.
He looked as horrified as I felt.
Because if Nia had left willingly, she wasn't running away from the past.
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She was running from something she'd just discovered.
And whatever it was, she'd decided that keeping it hidden mattered more than finally knowing her father.
