Chương 5
She believed pretending something was fine was sometimes worse than admitting it was broken.
After I left Lily with a trusted neighbor, I drove to Northline headquarters.
The building looked exactly the same.
Glass walls.
Perfect landscaping.
Employees walking quickly with coffee cups and laptops.
A place designed to make everything appear controlled.
At the entrance, the receptionist smiled when she saw me.
“Mr. Carter.”
The smile disappeared quickly.
She had heard.
Everyone had heard.
That was the thing about grief.
You could feel it spreading through other people's faces before anyone said your name.
William's assistant met me near the elevators.
“Mr. Vance is expecting you.”
I stopped.
“Expecting me?”
She nodded.
“He asked me to bring you directly to him.”
The elevator doors opened.
As I stepped inside, I noticed my reflection in the mirrored wall.
I looked exhausted.
Older.
Like three days had taken three years.
The doors closed.
When they opened again, William Vance was standing outside his office.
He looked exactly like he always did.
Perfect suit.
Calm expression.
No visible panic.
That almost made me angrier.
“Alex.”
He extended his hand.
I didn't take it.
His hand remained in the air for a second.
Then slowly lowered.
“I am sorry about Clara.”
I looked at him.
“You knew she was investigating Northline.”
For the first time, his expression changed.
Only slightly.
But enough.
“I think you have been given incomplete information.”
“That is becoming a pattern.”
William stepped aside.
“Come into my office.”
I entered.
The door closed behind me.
On his desk was a photograph from a company charity event.
A photo of employees and families.
Clara was standing beside me.
Smiling.
William was behind us.
His hand rested on my shoulder.
A picture of trust.
A picture that suddenly felt like evidence.
William sat down.
“Alex, before you make accusations, understand something.”
I stayed standing.
“What?”
“Your wife was looking into something dangerous.”
I stared at him.
“Then why didn't you stop her?”
His eyes narrowed.
“I tried.”
The answer was quiet.
Too quiet.
“What does that mean?”
William looked toward the window.
“It means Clara was closer to the truth than she realized.”
I felt my hands tighten.
“What truth?”
He looked back at me.
“The truth about why your brother really left Northline.”
And suddenly, the story I thought I knew about my own family changed again.
I stared at William across the desk.
For several seconds, neither of us moved.
The air conditioner hummed above us.
A printer somewhere down the hallway started and stopped.
Normal sounds.
Ordinary sounds.
The kind of sounds that made it harder to accept that my entire life had shifted in less than forty-eight hours.
“What does Derek leaving Northline have to do with Clara?” I asked.
William leaned back in his chair.
“You should ask him what happened before he quit.”
“I already asked him.”
“And?”
“He said he was trying to protect Clara.”
William gave a small, humorless smile.
“That sounds like Derek.”
The way he said my brother's name bothered me.
Not with anger.
Not with hatred.
With familiarity.
“You knew him well.”
“I managed him for six years.”
“You managed me too.”
“Yes.”
“Then why does it feel like you know something about my family that I don't?”
William looked down at the papers on his desk.
When he spoke again, his voice was lower.
“Because Clara came to me before she came to Derek.”
The sentence made my body go still.
“When?”
“About a month ago.”
“You talked to my wife for a month and never told me?”
William looked up.
“Would you have believed me?”
The question landed harder because I didn't have an immediate answer.
William noticed.
“That is what I thought.”
I hated that he was right about one thing.
I would have defended Clara.
I would have asked why she was talking to my boss instead of asking what she discovered.
“What did she find?”
William folded his hands.
“She believed someone inside Northline was moving money through fake logistics contracts.”
“That is what she told you?”
“Yes.”
“And you believed her?”
His eyes moved toward the window.
“I believed she was scared.”
That answer bothered me.
“You're avoiding the question.”
“No.”
He looked back at me.
“I am answering the one that matters.”
I stood there, waiting.
William sighed.
“Alex, your wife was not looking for money.”
“Then what was she looking for?”
“Proof.”
“Of what?”
He did not answer immediately.
That hesitation was not because he didn't know.
It was because he was deciding whether to tell me.
“Of who was responsible for your brother losing his job.”
I felt something twist in my chest.
“Derek wasn't fired.”
William's expression changed slightly.
“That is what he told you.”
I left the office without saying goodbye.
I don't remember the elevator ride down.
I don't remember walking through the lobby.
I only remember standing beside my car with my keys in my hand and realizing I had spent years believing a story because nobody ever challenged it.
Derek had said he quit.
Northline had said he quit.
I had accepted it because accepting it was easier.
My brother was proud.
Stubborn.
Sometimes reckless.
Quitting after an argument sounded exactly like something Derek would do.
But Clara had not believed it.
And now I needed to know why.
When I returned home, Derek was sitting on the back porch.
He looked at me before I spoke.
“You talked to him.”
I stopped.
“How did you know?”
“Because William always does that.”
“Does what?”
“Waits until people are angry enough to make decisions for him.”
I walked toward him.
“Tell me what happened.”
Derek looked at the backyard.
The old wooden fence needed painting.
Clara had mentioned fixing it in the spring.
A normal conversation.
A normal future.
Gone.
“I was investigating inventory losses,” Derek said.
“You worked in operations.”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“And I noticed numbers didn't match.”
“Numbers?”
“Shipments.”
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He rubbed his hands together.
“Products would leave warehouses, but the records showed different destinations.”
