Chapter 7: The Brother Who Knew Too Much
My uncle stood in the doorway of Dad’s workshop like he had just seen a ghost.
Maybe he had.
Because the person staring back at him wasn’t the little girl who used to run through this yard with scraped knees and a missing front tooth.
I was a Navy officer now.
A woman who had survived things that would have broken me years ago.
And I was holding a letter my father had hidden because he knew the truth could destroy everything.
David Lawson looked at the paper in my hand.
Then he looked away.
That told me everything.
“You knew,” I said.
His face tightened.
“Rachel…”
“No.””
I stepped forward.
“Don’t say my name like you’re happy to see me.””
He swallowed.
“I am happy to see you.””
“Are you?””
The question hung between us.
Because if he was happy, then why did he look terrified?
He walked into the workshop slowly.
“You shouldn’t have found that.””
I held the letter against my chest.
“That’s what everyone keeps saying.””
My voice cracked.
“You shouldn’t have found the letter. You shouldn’t have asked questions. You shouldn’t have come home.””
David looked at me.
And for a second, I saw something I had never seen in him before.
Shame.
“I never wanted you gone.””
I laughed quietly.
“Funny. Everyone keeps saying that after twelve years of letting me believe I was unwanted.””
He looked around the workshop.
At Dad’s tools.
At the old photographs.
“Your father loved you more than anything.””
I stared at him.
“Then why did everyone let me think otherwise?””
He didn’t answer.
That was becoming the most painful pattern of my life.
Everyone had an explanation.
Everyone had a reason.
Everyone had a secret.
But nobody had protected me.
“What happened the night before I left?””
David’s expression changed.
“I can’t tell you.””
I shook my head.
“No.””
“Rachel—”
“No more.””
I stepped closer.
“You don’t get to stand in my father’s workshop and tell me what I can handle.””
He looked down.
“You sound like Robert.””
“Good.””
That made him flinch.
I didn’t care.
“Tell me.””
He sat down on Dad’s old stool.
For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then he whispered:
“Your father discovered someone had been stealing from the family business.””
I frowned.
“What?””
David looked at me.
“Before he got sick, Robert was reviewing the accounts.””
“The business was fine.””
“That’s what everyone thought.””
I remembered.
Lawson Auto & Repair.
Dad’s pride.
A small business he built from nothing.
He used to tell me every customer had a story.
Every car had a reason.
Every handshake meant something.
“How much?””
David looked away.
“Almost two hundred thousand dollars.””
My stomach dropped.
“Who?””
He didn’t answer.
“David.””
His jaw tightened.
“Me.””
The word landed like a gunshot.
I stared.
“You?””
He nodded.
“I took money.””
I stepped back.
“Why?””
His eyes filled.
“Because I was drowning.””
“That doesn’t excuse it.””
“I know.””
“Dad knew?””
“Yes.””
The room felt colder.
“What did he do?””
David looked at the floor.
“He gave me a chance to fix it.””
I shook my head.
“That was Dad.””
“He always believed people could change.””
“But someone wanted him silent.””
David looked up.
And I knew.
I knew before he spoke.
“Rachel…”
“Who?””
He hesitated.
Then whispered:
“Your mother.””
My entire body went still.
“No.””
David closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry.””
“No.””
I shook my head.
“That’s impossible.””
“I wish it was.””
I backed away.
“You’re lying.””
“I’m not.””
“Mom loved Dad.””
“Yes.””
“Then why?””
David looked toward the window.
“Because your father found out more than just the missing money.””
My heartbeat quickened.
“What more?””
He rubbed his hands together.
“Your mother knew about the accounts.””
I frowned.
“She knew?””
“She knew before Robert did.””
The pieces started connecting.
Too slowly.
Too painfully.
“She covered for you?””
David nodded.
“And when Robert confronted her…”
“What happened?””
He looked at me.
“She begged him not to tell anyone.””
I felt sick.
Not because of the money.
Because Dad had been trapped between the people he loved most.
“What did he say?””
David’s eyes filled.
“He said he would protect the family.””
A bitter smile crossed his face.
“But he never meant protecting us from consequences.””
I looked at him.
“What happened after that?””
David hesitated.
“Your father planned to report the theft.””
I whispered:
“When?””
“The morning after you left.””
My heart stopped.
The morning after I left.
The same day my entire life changed.
“The accident…”
David looked at me.
“What accident?””
I stared.
“What?””
“What accident are you talking about?””
I felt the blood drain from my face.
“The heart attack.””
David looked confused.
“Rachel.””
He stood.
“Your father didn’t have a heart attack.””
The room spun.
“What?””
“He collapsed.””
“But…”
“No.””
He shook his head.
“Robert had symptoms. He was tired. Weak. But the night he died…”
His voice lowered.
“He was poisoned.””
I couldn’t move.
Every sound disappeared.
The workshop.
The wind.
The world.
“No.””
David looked at me with tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.””
I thought of Dad.
His smile.
His voice.
His hands covered in grease from fixing cars.
Poisoned.
My father had not simply gotten sick.
Someone had taken him from us.
“Who knew?””
David looked toward the house.
“Your mother.””
I stared.
“She knew?””
“Yes.””
“And she never told anyone?””
He shook his head.
“No.””
I grabbed the edge of the workbench.
“Why?””
David’s voice broke.
“Because she was afraid.””
“Of what?””
He looked at me.
“Of who did it.””
The workshop door suddenly slammed open.
We both turned.
Chloe stood there.
Her face pale.
“Rachel.””
I looked at her.
“What happened?””
She held her phone.
“Mom called me.””
My stomach tightened.
“What did she say?””
Chloe looked between us.
“She said David was lying.””
I frowned.
“And?””
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My sister’s eyes filled with tears.
“She also said she knows who killed Dad.””
