Chapter 8: The Man Who Was Supposed to Be Dead
“Your mother discovered Regina was planning to frame your father for her crimes.””
The sentence stayed in the air long after the call ended.
I stared at my father.
He looked older than he had yesterday.
Not physically.
Something deeper.
Like seventeen years of secrets had finally become too heavy to carry.
“Dad.””
He didn’t answer.
“Who is Thomas Reed?””
My father sat down slowly.
For several seconds, he just looked at the floor.
Then he whispered:
“He was your mother’s friend.””
“Friend?””
“Yes.””
I waited.
Because I knew there was more.
There was always more.
My father rubbed his hands together.
“He worked with your mother on the community projects she ran.””
“The ones where she helped people?””
He nodded.
“Thomas helped with the financial side.””
I frowned.
“Then why did you say he was dead?””
My father closed his eyes.
“Because that’s what I was told.””
“By who?””
Silence.
I already knew the answer.
“Regina.””
My father looked at me.
And that was enough.
We found Thomas at an old farmhouse thirty miles outside Willow Bend.
A place hidden behind rows of trees and a dirt road that looked like it hadn’t been maintained in years.
The kind of place someone went when they didn’t want to be found.
My father sat in the passenger seat.
He hadn’t spoken much during the drive.
Neither had I.
There were too many questions.
Too many pieces that didn’t fit.
When we finally reached the house, an older man stepped onto the porch.
He looked nothing like the person I expected.
I imagined someone dangerous.
Someone mysterious.
Instead, I saw a tired man with gray hair and sad eyes.
A man who looked like he had been carrying guilt for a very long time.
“Quinn?””
I stepped out of the truck.
“Yes.””
He nodded.
“You look like your mother.””
The words hit me harder than I expected.
Nobody had said that to me in years.
“What happened to you?””
Thomas looked at my father.
“Richard never told you?””
I shook my head.
Thomas sighed.
“I knew he wouldn’t.””
My father looked away.
“Tell her.””
Thomas studied him.
“You’re sure?””
“Yes.””
A long pause.
Then Thomas opened the door.
“Come inside.””
The house smelled like old books and coffee.
Nothing fancy.
Nothing like Braddock Hall.
No polished floors.
No expensive decorations.
Just a quiet place where someone had spent years trying to disappear.
Thomas sat at the kitchen table.
Then he placed a small box in front of me.
“I’ve kept this since the night your mother died.””
My heart tightened.
“What is it?””
“Something she gave me.””
I opened the box.
Inside was a necklace.
My mother’s necklace.
I recognized it immediately.
She wore it every day.
I looked at my father.
His eyes filled.
“She took it off before she…”
He couldn’t finish.
Thomas nodded.
“She knew she might not make it out.””
My hands shook.
“What happened that night?””
Thomas took a deep breath.
“Your mother called me.””
“When?””
“About an hour before she died.””
My father looked up.
“Why didn’t you tell me?””
Thomas looked at him.
“Because your wife asked me not to.””
The room went quiet.
“She was afraid,” Thomas continued.
“Of Regina?””
“Yes.””
I looked down.
“What did she find?””
Thomas leaned back.
“Your sister had been moving money from the family accounts for years.””
Daniel’s words came back to me.
The missing money.
The forged documents.
The business.
“She found proof?””
“Yes.””
“Then why didn’t she go to the police?””
Thomas looked at me.
“Because Regina wasn’t the only person involved.””
I already knew what he was going to say.
“Who?””
Thomas looked at my father.
“Someone inside the legal system.””
My stomach tightened.
“Mark Ellison?””
Thomas nodded.
The pieces started connecting.
The attorney.
The paperwork.
The custody filing.
The property documents.
My sister had not just stolen.
She had built a network.
“How did my mother die?””
Thomas looked down.
“She confronted Regina.””
My jaw tightened.
“What happened?””
“Your mother told her she had proof.””
“And?””
“Regina panicked.””
The room became silent.
“She pushed your mother.””
My father closed his eyes.
“No.””
Thomas looked at him.
“She didn’t mean to kill her.””
I stared.
“Does that matter?””
Thomas didn’t answer.
Because it didn’t.
A person could regret what they did.
It didn’t erase what they did.
“What happened after?””
Thomas continued.
“Your mother fell.””
I felt sick.
“She was alive.””
My father looked at him.
“What?””
“She was alive when I arrived.””
I stopped breathing.
“You were there?””
Thomas nodded.
“Regina called me.””
“Why would she call you?””
“Because she thought I would help her.””
My hands curled into fists.
“And you didn’t?””
“I wanted to.””
The honesty shocked me.
Thomas looked ashamed.
“I was scared.””
Nobody spoke.
“I saw your mother on the floor. I saw Regina crying. I saw the documents scattered everywhere.””
He swallowed.
“And then your mother grabbed my hand.””
My eyes burned.
“What did she say?””
Thomas looked at me.
“She said, ‘Protect Quinn.’”
I closed my eyes.
The pain was overwhelming.
Even after all these years.
Even at the end.
My mother was thinking about me.
Not herself.
Me.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?””
My voice was quiet.
Thomas looked down.
“Because Regina threatened me.””
“With what?””
“She told me she would make sure everyone believed I caused it.””
I frowned.
“How?””
“She knew I had been helping your mother investigate.””
He opened a drawer.
Pulled out a file.
“She had documents prepared.””
I opened it.
Inside were accusations.
Financial crimes.
Fraud.
Everything Regina was actually doing.
She planned to put it on him.
“She was going to blame you.””
“Yes.””
My father looked devastated.
“And I believed she died because of an accident.””
Thomas looked at him.
“Regina was very good at making people believe what she wanted.””
I thought about Josie.
The pink bedroom.
The video calls.
The wedding venue.
The lies.
She had been doing it her entire life.
We returned to Willow Bend that afternoon.
But we weren’t going home.
We were going to war.
Daniel finally answered my call.
Not immediately.
Three hours later.
“Quinn.””
His voice sounded nervous.
“Where are you?””
“Why?””
A pause.
“Because Regina is looking for you.””
I laughed softly.
“She always is.””
“Quinn, listen to me.””
“No.””
My voice hardened.
“You listen.””
Silence.
“You helped her.””
“That's not what happened.””
“You filed a custody case against me.””
“I was trying to protect—”
“Don’t.””
I cut him off.
“Don’t use that word.””
Another pause.
Then Daniel sighed.
“You found Thomas.””
Not a question.
A confirmation.
“How did you know?””
“Because Regina knows too.””
My stomach tightened.
“What?””
“She’s been searching for him for years.””
“Why?””
“Because he’s the only person who can prove what happened.””
I looked at my father.
At Thomas.
Then back at the phone.
“Where is Regina now?””
Daniel hesitated.
“Quinn.””
“Where?””
His answer was quiet.
“At the old oak tree.””
My blood ran cold.
The place where my mother hid the truth.
The place where Regina built her empire.
“Why?””
Daniel whispered:
“Because she knows what you found.””
I ended the call.
Then my phone immediately rang again.
This time, it was Regina.
I answered.
“What?””
Her voice was calm.
Too calm.
“You spoke to Thomas.””
I said nothing.
“You always were curious.””
“What do you want?””
A small laugh.
“I want you to understand something.””
“What?””
“You think you’re exposing me.””
I looked toward the road ahead.
“Am I wrong?””
“No.””
A pause.
Then her voice changed.
“You’re just too late.””
My grip tightened.
“What does that mean?””
“You found the past.””
She took a breath.
“But you forgot about the present.””
My stomach dropped.
“Regina—”
She interrupted.
“Your daughter isn’t safe because of you.””
My blood ran cold.
“What did you do?””
Silence.
Then she whispered:
“Ask yourself why Josie never told you what happened the night before you came home.””
The call ended.
I stood frozen.
Because suddenly, I remembered.
The first thing Josie said when I found her.
*“Mommy, I’m sorry.””*
Not “I was scared.””
Not “I was hurt.””
Sorry.
Like she believed she had done something wrong.
I looked at my father.
At Thomas.
And I felt a terrifying realization.
Regina had not only been hiding the past.
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She had been preparing something for the future.
And my daughter had been carrying that secret alone.
