Chương 6
The room went quiet.
I looked at Arthur.
For the first time since meeting him, I saw anger on his face.
Not the loud kind.
The controlled kind.
The kind that came from someone who had spent years learning patience.
“Mabel,” Arthur said quietly.
“I need to ask you something.”
“What?”
“Did Julian ever pressure you to sign anything?”
I thought back.
The question seemed strange at first.
Then memories started appearing.
Not clear.
Pieces.
A folder on the kitchen counter.
A casual comment.
A request.
“Can you just sign this? It’s for tax purposes.”
I sat straighter.
“Yes.”
Arthur’s expression changed.
“How many times?”
“I don’t know.”
Claire spoke immediately.
“That’s what he did.”
“What?”
“He made everything seem normal.”
Her voice shook.
“He never asked people to do something obviously wrong.”
I listened.
“He made small requests.”
Arthur nodded slowly.
“Small enough that refusing felt unreasonable.”
Exactly.
That was Julian.
Not a person who kicked down doors.
A person who left them slightly open and convinced you that closing them would be rude.
I looked at the computer screen.
The documents.
The evidence.
The pieces of a man I thought I knew.
“Claire,” I said.
“Where are you?”
There was a pause.
“Why?”
“Because if Julian knows you have copies, you shouldn’t be alone.”
She did not answer immediately.
“I’m at my apartment.”
“Are you safe?”
Another pause.
“I don’t know.”
That answer scared me.
Arthur reached for a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper.
“Tell her not to delete anything,” he mouthed.
I nodded.
“Claire, listen to me.”
“Yes?”
“Do not erase messages.”
“I won’t.”
“Do not meet Julian alone.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Keep everything.”
A faint sound came through the phone.
A door closing.
My body went tense.
“What was that?”
Claire didn’t answer.
“Claire?”
Her breathing changed.
“Mabel.”
“Yes?”
“I think he knows.”
The words barely left her mouth.
“Who?”
“Julian.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
Then I heard something else.
A knock.
Three slow knocks.
Claire stopped breathing.
The phone stayed connected.
Nobody spoke.
Arthur stood.
His chair moved sharply against the floor.
“Claire,” I whispered.
Another knock.
This time louder.
Her voice came through barely audible.
“He’s here.”
The line went silent.
Not disconnected.
Just silent.
I could hear movement.
A muffled voice.
A man speaking.
I could not make out the words.
Then Claire gasped.
Arthur grabbed his own phone.
“Mabel, stay on the line.”
I nodded even though he could not see me.
The next few seconds felt endless.
Then Julian’s voice came through.
Not from my phone call earlier.
Not frustrated.
Not defensive.
Calm.
“Mabel.”
My blood ran cold.
“How did you get Claire’s phone?”
He ignored the question.
“You really shouldn’t have involved other people.”
I stood.
“Where is Claire?”
Julian laughed quietly.
A sound I had never heard from him before.
A sound without warmth.
“She made a mistake.”
“Julian.”
“You’re making this much harder than it needs to be.”
Arthur moved closer and silently gestured toward my phone.
Record.
My thumb pressed the button.
“You lied to me,” I said.
“I protected myself.”
The answer was immediate.
Too immediate.
“You stole from your mother.”
“That’s a serious accusation.”
“You don’t deny it.”
Silence.
Then Julian sighed.
“You always were too emotional.”
The sentence hurt.
Not because it was new.
Because it was old.
Years of being told my feelings were the problem.
Years of being made to question my own reactions.
Arthur looked at me.
His expression said the same thing mine did.
This was not an apology.
This was a warning.
“Mabel,” Julian said softly.
“You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”
I looked at the silver key sitting beside the laptop.
The key Evelyn gave me before she died.
The key she trusted me to use.
“You’re right,” I said.
“I didn’t.”
A pause.
“But I do now.”
For the first time, Julian sounded uncertain.
Only for a second.
Then it disappeared.
“Be careful what you choose next.”
The call ended.
I stood there holding the phone.
Arthur immediately picked up his own.
“We need to report this.”
I nodded.
But before he could move, my screen lit up.
A message had arrived.
From Claire.
One sentence.
No explanation.
No warning.
Just four words.
“He knows about Evelyn’s will.”
I needed to leave the office before my hands stopped shaking.
Arthur made three phone calls while I sat there staring at Claire’s message.
“He knows about Evelyn’s will.”
Four words.
That was all.
But those words changed the shape of everything.
Before that moment, I had been thinking about betrayal.
About infidelity.
About money.
Now I was thinking about timing.
How did Julian know?
How did he know about the will?
How did he know Claire had information?
How did he know where to find her?
The questions kept circling until they became one.
Who else had been helping him?
Arthur ended his call and placed his phone on the desk.
“The police are sending someone to check on Claire.”
“Sending someone?”
He looked at me.
“They need a reason to enter.”
I hated that answer.
Not because it was wrong.
Because it was realistic.
The world did not immediately respond just because someone was afraid.
There were procedures.
There were rules.
There were people who needed proof before they could act.
And sometimes, proof arrived after the damage was already done.
“I should have called sooner,” I said.
Arthur shook his head.
“No.”
“I brought Claire into this.”
“No, Mabel.”
His voice became firmer.
“You did not create this situation.”
I looked down.
“But I opened the door.”
Arthur leaned against the desk.
“Sometimes opening a door is the only way to find out what has been locked away.”
I wanted to believe that.
I really did.
But guilt had become familiar to me.
It was almost comforting because I knew how to carry it.
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The harder thing was accepting that someone else’s choices belonged to them.
My phone vibrated.
