Chapter 8 - Daniel Didn’t Believe Us At First
My brother’s first reaction was denial.
Not anger.
Denial.
We met that evening in Mom’s attorney’s office.
Daniel read the statement twice.
Then pushed it away.
“No.”
Mom looked at him.
“Daniel—”
“No.”
He stood.
“Dad fell.”
“Yes.”
“You told me he was alone.”
“I lied.”
Daniel flinched harder at that than anything else.
I understood why.
Vanessa’s betrayal was one thing.
Our mother admitting she had lied to him about Dad’s final moments was another.
Daniel looked at me.
“You believe this?”
“I believe Mom deserves to be investigated, not dismissed.”
“Investigated?”
“The statement. The timeline. Vanessa’s financing. All of it.”
Daniel shook his head.
“You two have hated Vanessa for years.”
“That isn’t true.”
It was partly true.
I had disliked Vanessa.
Mom had distrusted her.
Daniel knew that.
Which made evidence essential.
So Mom’s attorney did something smart.
She told us to stop arguing about memory.
Start with records.
Vanessa’s hotel parking records showed her vehicle left the property at 9:17 p.m.
It returned at 10:21.
She had told Daniel she never left.
A Hale Vineyards side-gate camera archived under the old security system showed her car entering at 9:34.
Leaving at 9:58.
Dad’s fall occurred around 9:52.
That did not prove what happened on the staircase.
But it proved Vanessa had lied about being absent.
Daniel stared at those timestamps for a long time.
Then he asked:
“Why would she go back?”
Mom slid Dad’s old audit folder across the table.
Because unlike the statement, that folder had never disappeared.
Margaret had hidden it after Dad died.
She was finally giving that up too.
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Daniel opened it.
And the marriage he had spent years protecting began to crack.
