Chapter 9: The Person Standing Beside Me
I read the sentence again.
Then again.
The words didn’t change.
The person who caused my death is someone you trust.
My first instinct was denial.
Because trust is not something you build overnight.
It is something you build over years.
It is made from small moments.
Birthday mornings.
Late-night conversations.
Promises.
Memories.
And then one sentence comes along and makes you question all of it.
Someone you trust.
I looked around the room.
Marcus.
Vanessa.
Rebecca.
Everyone had a reason to be suspicious.
Everyone had secrets.
But someone had been close enough to Emily.
Close enough to know what she found.
Close enough to hurt her.
Rebecca noticed my expression.
“What does it say?””
I folded the paper.
“Nothing.””
Marcus frowned.
“That’s not true.””
I looked at him.
“Not now.””
He understood immediately.
Sophie was still there.
I wasn’t going to discuss possible murderers in front of my daughter.
I put the note in my pocket.
Then I grabbed the file.
“We leave.””
Nobody argued.
We drove to a hotel across town.
Not because it was comfortable.
Because nobody knew we would be there.
At least, that was what I hoped.
Sophie sat on the bed drawing.
A normal thing.
A child’s thing.
It almost felt wrong.
The world around her had become something from a nightmare.
But she was still seven.
Still drawing flowers.
Still asking for hot chocolate.
Still needing someone to tell her everything would be okay.
I sat beside her.
“What are you drawing?””
She held up the paper.
“A family.””
My heart tightened.
I looked at the picture.
There was me.
Sophie.
Emily.
And another person.
I pointed.
“Who is this?””
She looked confused.
“That’s Mommy.””
I looked at the drawing.
Then at her.
“No, sweetheart. Who is this?””
She pointed to the fourth person.
“The lady.””
My blood ran cold.
“What lady?””
“The one from the wedding.””
Rebecca.
I felt a chill.
“You drew Rebecca?””
Sophie nodded.
“She was sad.””
“Why?””
“She said she missed Mommy.””
I stared at her.
“When did she say that?””
“Before I came to find you.””
I stood.
“Why didn’t you tell me?””
Sophie looked scared.
“Because Vanessa told me not to talk about things that upset adults.””
The words hurt.
Because my daughter had learned to stay quiet to protect grown-ups.
I knelt.
“Sophie, listen to me.””
She looked at me.
“You can always tell me anything.””
“Even if you think I’ll be mad?””
“Especially then.””
She nodded.
Then she whispered:
“Dad?””
“Yes?””
“Is Mommy really dead?””
The question destroyed me.
Because three years ago, I had promised myself I would protect her from pain.
But now the truth itself was becoming dangerous.
I held her.
“Yes.””
“Then why does everyone keep acting like she’s still here?””
I had no answer.
Because I wondered the same thing.
Later that night, after Sophie finally slept, Vanessa knocked on my door.
I almost didn’t open it.
But I did.
She stood there holding something.
“I found this in my apartment.””
I looked down.
A USB drive.
“What is it?””
“I don’t know.””
“Why give it to me?””
She looked exhausted.
“Because I think I know who has been controlling everything.””
I stared at her.
“Who?””
She swallowed.
“My father.””
I froze.
“What?””
Vanessa looked away.
“My father knew your family.””
“How?””
“He worked with Carter Holdings years ago.””
The room went silent.
“You never told me.””
“I didn’t know the details.””
“Vanessa.””
She closed her eyes.
“I was going to tell you.””
“When?””
She didn’t answer.
And that answer hurt more than words.
I stepped back.
“Everyone has secrets.””
She nodded.
“I know.””
Then her voice broke.
“But I need you to believe one thing.””
“What?””
“I never wanted Sophie gone because I hated her.””
I looked at her.
“Then why?””
Tears filled her eyes.
“Because someone threatened me.””
I went still.
“What?””
“Before the wedding.””
“When?””
“Three weeks ago.””
She pulled out her phone.
Showed me a message.
One sentence.
IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO EMILY, REMOVE THE GIRL FROM THE FAMILY.
My blood went cold.
I looked at Vanessa.
“You were threatened.””
She nodded.
“I thought if Sophie left temporarily, they would stop.””
I stared at her.
“You thought protecting yourself was worth sacrificing my daughter.””
Her eyes filled with tears.
“I know.””
For once, there was no excuse.
No defense.
Just guilt.
Then my phone buzzed.
A new message.
A video file.
The sender name appeared.
I froze.
Because it wasn’t unknown.
It was from a contact I had deleted three years ago.
Emily.
I pressed play.
The screen showed my wife.
Alive.
Sitting in a dark room.
Looking directly into the camera.
And the first words she said were:
“Daniel, if you’re watching this, it means Vanessa failed to protect Sophie.””
I stopped breathing.
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Then Emily continued:
“And it means the person who killed me is finally coming for you.””
