Chương 11
My eyes opened.
“Who did?”
“I don’t know.”
“What did you take?”
She started crying.
Not loudly.
Just a small, uneven breath.
“The original deed.”
Marcus went still.
“What deed?”
“The one Julian used to transfer your mother’s house.”
“Where is it?”
“With me.”
“Why?”
“Because the signature isn’t hers.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“How do you know?”
“Because I signed it.”
For a moment, nobody moved.
Even Alvarez stopped writing.
Chloe kept talking before I could decide what to say.
“I copied her signature from an old lease.”
Her voice was so quiet I had to turn the volume up.
“Julian said nobody would compare them closely.”
Marcus leaned toward the phone.
“Chloe, this is Marcus Reed.”
“I know.”
“You need to preserve that deed.”
“I know.”
“And you need to stop driving if you’re driving.”
A shaky laugh came through the speaker.
“Of course Carter brought a lawyer.”
“I called him.”
“I’m sure you did.”
There was no affection in her voice.
There was no anger either.
Only exhaustion.
I said, “Where are you?”
“You keep asking the wrong question.”
“Then tell me the right one.”
“Ask me what Julian has.”
The hairs on my arms lifted.
“What does he have?”
Silence.
Then she said, “Copies of everything.”
“What does everything mean?”
“Our accounts.”
“Whose?”
“Ours.”
“That’s not everything.”
“Your mother’s accounts.”
Marcus closed his eyes.
“Tax returns.”
I gripped the phone harder.
“Whose tax returns?”
“Yours.”
“What else?”
“Insurance records.”
“Chloe.”
“Your passport scan.”
I stared at nothing.
“Why would he need my passport?”
“He said it helped with verification.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I stopped asking questions a long time ago.”
The sentence angered me instantly.
“Convenient.”
Alvarez looked at me.
I ignored him.
Chloe said nothing.
I heard her turn signal again.
Then her voice returned, colder.
“You want me to say I was helpless.”
“I want the truth.”
“You want a clean story.”
“No.”
“Yes, you do.”
A truck roared past her end of the line.
“You always do.”
“That does not excuse what you did to Mom.”
“I know.”
“Does it?”
“I said I know.”
“You broke her wrist.”
“I shoved her.”
“She broke her wrist because you shoved her.”
“Yes.”
“You locked her in a bedroom.”
“Yes.”
“You took her phone.”
“Yes.”
“You forged her signature.”
“Yes.”
Each answer came flatter than the one before it.
My anger had nowhere to go.
I wanted resistance.
Denial would have been easier.
Instead, she was handing me facts like stones.
Marcus touched my shoulder.
I shook him off.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Julian years ago?”
Chloe laughed again.
It sounded worse this time.
“I tried once.”
“When?”
“The night you got back from Houston.”
I went still.
She continued.
“You remember that?”
The bruise on her arm.
The bathroom vanity.
Dinner.
My laptop open on the counter.
“Yes.”
“I told you Julian was in trouble.”
“You said he needed money.”
“I said he was scaring me.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I did.”
I searched the memory.
I could see her standing by the stove.
I could see steam from a pot.
I could see myself checking an email while she spoke.
I could not hear the exact words.
“That’s not how I remember it.”
“Exactly.”
The accusation was quiet.
That made it harder to reject.
Marcus looked at the floor.
Alvarez pretended to inspect the evidence bag.
Chloe said, “I told you he grabbed me.”
A pulse beat behind my eyes.
“I thought you said during an argument.”
“I did.”
“You said brothers and sisters fight.”
“No.”
She inhaled.
“I said you always think families fight and get over it.”
I leaned against the car.
Memory did something ugly then.
It changed shape.
I remembered laughing.
Not at her bruise.
At Julian.
I had called him a washed-up idiot.
I had said he couldn’t organize a grocery list after losing his license.
Chloe had stared at me.
Then she said, “Forget it.”
I had.
“I should have listened.”
The words felt inadequate before they left me.
“Yes.”
She said it without satisfaction.
Then she added, “And I should have left.”
Marcus straightened.
“Chloe, do you have somewhere safe to go?”
“No.”
“Do you have the deed with you?”
“Yes.”
“Is Julian looking for you?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“He called thirty-two times.”
“Did he threaten you?”
“Not in messages.”
“On calls?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“He said if I give the deed to anyone, he’ll make sure Carter knows everything I did.”
I almost laughed.
“He’s late.”
“No.”
Her voice changed.
“What?”
“He has more.”
Alvarez stepped closer.
“What more?”
Chloe heard him.
“Is that police?”
“Yes.”
She swore.
“Chloe.”
I looked at Alvarez.
He nodded for me to keep her talking.
“What more does Julian have?”
“He recorded me.”
“Doing what?”
“Talking.”
“About Mom?”
“Yes.”
“What did you say?”
“I don’t know.”
“You know.”
“No, I mean I don’t know what he kept.”
I squeezed the bridge of my nose.
“Were you discussing hurting her?”
“Sometimes.”
The answer dropped heavily between us.
Marcus looked away.
“Did you plan it?”
“No.”
“Did Julian tell you to hurt her?”
“He told me to keep her compliant.”
“What does that mean?”
“You know what it means.”
“Say it.”
“Carter.”
“Say it.”
Her voice broke.
“He said scare her.”
No one spoke.
I could hear wind against her phone.
Then she said, “The hitting was me.”
There it was.
No brother to absorb it.
No coercion to make it disappear.
“The locking her in was me.”
My stomach tightened.
“The insults were me.”
“Stop.”
“No.”
“Chloe.”
“You said you wanted the truth.”
“I do.”
“Then listen.”
I closed my eyes.
She continued.
“Julian pushed.”
Her breathing was uneven.
“But I made choices.”
I said nothing.
“I hated her.”
That opened my eyes.
“Why?”
“Because she looked at me and knew.”
“Knew what?”
“That I was lying to you.”
“About Julian?”
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“About everything.”
Her voice was steadier now, as if confessing had become a form of momentum.
