Chapter 20 - What Julian's Father Had Left Behind
We found Julian's father in Connecticut.
Not hiding.
Not running.
Just living quietly under his middle name.
His name was Thomas Vance.
He was seventy-two.
When he opened the door and saw Julian, his face changed.
Neither man spoke.
I stood behind Julian.
Thomas looked at me.
"Claire Whitmore."
"Mr. Vance."
He sighed.
"I wondered when this would happen."
Julian's voice was cold.
"What did you do with Grant?"
Thomas closed his eyes.
"Nothing."
"Then why does Northstar have records connecting us?"
"Because Grant came to me."
Julian stared.
"When?"
"Seven years ago."
Thomas stepped aside.
We entered.
He showed us a locked cabinet.
Inside were copies of documents.
Grant had wanted Thomas to help him acquire additional voting power inside Whitmore Logistics.
Thomas refused.
But he had signed something else.
A consulting agreement.
Grant had paid Thomas for market intelligence.
Julian looked horrified.
"You took his money?"
Thomas nodded.
"I did."
"Why?"
"Because I was desperate."
Julian laughed bitterly.
"You never told me."
"I was ashamed."
The room went silent.
Thomas looked at me.
"Grant wanted to use your family's trust structure against you. I refused to help him cross that line."
"Then why didn't you report him?"
Thomas lowered his head.
"Because I convinced myself that refusing to participate was enough."
That sentence stayed with me.
Because sometimes people believed morality was simply the things they didn't do.
They forgot the things they allowed.
I asked, "What does Northstar have?"
"Copies of everything."
"Enough to damage Julian?"
Thomas shook his head.
"Not legally."
"But publicly?"
"Yes."
Julian looked at his father.
"You let me believe you walked away clean."
"I know."
Julian turned toward the door.
I followed him.
Outside, he stopped.
"I don't know whether I can forgive him."
"You don't have to."
He looked at me.
"What do I do?"
I took his hand.
"Decide what you want your life to look like now."
He squeezed my fingers.
For the first time, I understood why our relationship was different.
Neither of us could change the past.
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But neither of us had to inherit it.
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