Part 9
He waited for something more—anger, forgiveness, even dismissal.
Elena simply folded another towel.
Nathaniel said, “You don’t have to stay.”
“I know.”
“Why did you come back?”
She smoothed the edge of the stack.
“Your mother asked.”
It was the only reason she offered.
Three days after the discovery, Vivienne was arrested.
Digital records from the seized laptop showed that someone using her account had altered a medical capacity assessment drafted by a private geriatric consultant. The original document stated that Margaret remained capable of making financial decisions. The altered version suggested significant cognitive impairment and recommended temporary transfer of authority.
An electronic signature bearing Margaret’s name appeared on a related authorization.
Metadata placed its creation on an evening Margaret had been sedated and confined upstairs.
Vivienne’s attorney argued that staff members had access to the laptop. Investigators found no immediate evidence proving who created the signature. But the sedatives, the locked door, the disconnected phone, Margaret’s statements, and Elena’s photographs supported charges related to abuse and neglect of an incapacitated adult, unlawful restraint, and financial exploitation.
The charges were allegations, not convictions.
News outlets rarely preserved the distinction with equal energy.
Television vans gathered outside the estate gates. A drone appeared above the eastern field until Nathaniel called the sheriff. Anonymous accounts published photographs of Vivienne at charity galas beside captions calling her a predator, a monster, and worse.
Other people defended her.
Former employees described generosity. Donors praised her preservation work. One board member said Margaret had always been controlling and implied the case was a family dispute weaponized by an absent son.
Nathaniel’s absence became part of the story.
A columnist asked how a decorated officer trained to identify threats had failed to see danger inside his own home.
Nathaniel read the sentence at four in the morning and could not stop rereading it.
He had slept in forty-minute intervals since returning to Greenwood Hall. Each time he woke, he checked Margaret’s door, then the downstairs alarm, then the windows in his old bedroom.
On the fourth night, Margaret found him testing the lock on the terrace doors.
She stood behind her walker in a blue robe.
“You’ll wear out the mechanism.”
“It’s loose.”
“It has been loose since 1998.”
“I’ll have it replaced.”
“You always replace things when you cannot sleep.”
Nathaniel looked at her.
Margaret nodded toward the kitchen.
“Tea.”
Denise, the night nurse, followed them and pretended not to listen while checking medication logs.
Nathaniel made tea badly. He left the bags in too long and forgot the sugar.
Margaret drank it anyway.
After several minutes, she said, “The television says you should have known.”
“I saw.”
“You weren’t here.”
“That’s their point.”
“No. Their point is that they enjoy knowing what a stranger should have done.”
He stared into his cup.
“I should have known.”
Margaret rubbed a thumb over the handle of her mug.
“You should have asked more questions.”
“Yes.”
“You should have come home when Elena wrote.”
“Yes.”
“You should have stopped letting Vivienne answer for me.”
“Yes.”
Margaret looked annoyed.
“Must you agree in that voice?”
“What voice?”
“The one you use when accepting punishment.”
Nathaniel set down his cup.
“What would you prefer?”
“I would prefer you stop making my suffering proof that you are a terrible son. It is self-centered.”
He looked at her.
She drank the oversteeped tea.
After a while, Nathaniel said, “You could try comforting me.”
“I have bruises.”
The dryness of her answer surprised a laugh out of him. It lasted only a second, but it changed the air between them.
Margaret smiled faintly.
Then her eyes filled.
“I miss her,” she said.
Nathaniel’s laughter vanished.
Margaret stared toward the dark window.
“She was cruel to me. I know that. But there were mornings when she brushed my hair. She knew which radio program I liked. She brought peonies in May, even though they made her sneeze.” Her fingers tightened around the mug. “I miss the person she was when she wasn’t frightening me.”
Nathaniel looked down at his wedding ring.
“I don’t know which person was real.”
“All of them.”
He removed the ring and set it on the table.
The pale band of skin beneath it seemed indecently visible.
Vivienne requested a meeting through her attorney.
Susan advised against it.
“She may try to influence your testimony.”
“I need answers.”
“You want answers. That is different.”
“Will speaking to her harm the case?”
“It could.”
“Will refusing help it?”
“Possibly.”
Nathaniel looked through the office window at the front lawn, where reporters stood beyond the gates.
Susan closed the file in front of her.
“You are allowed to make decisions that are not optimized for prosecution.”
“That sounds unlike you.”
“I represent the trust. I am not the Commonwealth’s Attorney, your therapist, or your commanding officer.”
“I don’t have a therapist.”
“I had inferred that.”
He almost smiled.
Susan continued, “A supervised meeting could be arranged through counsel. No discussion of Margaret’s testimony, no threats, no promises, no attempt to negotiate the case.”
“What can we discuss?”
“Your marriage.”
Nathaniel looked away.
The meeting took place in a conference room at Kessler’s office. Vivienne had been released on bond and ordered to stay away from Margaret and Greenwood Hall.
She wore a cream blouse, dark trousers, and no jewelry except her wedding ring.
Without the emerald gown, pearls, and perfect hair, she looked younger and more exhausted. Gray showed at her roots. A bruise from a blood draw marked the inside of one elbow.
Nathaniel hated himself for noticing it.
Kessler and Susan sat at opposite ends of the room. A court-approved mediator occupied the corner, though there was little to mediate.
Vivienne looked at Nathaniel’s bare hand.
“You took it off.”
He sat across from her.
“Yes.”
She nodded as if confirming a calculation.
For several seconds, neither spoke.
Then Vivienne said, “How is Margaret?”
“You are not permitted to contact her through me.”
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“I asked how she is.”
Nathaniel looked at Susan, who gave no direction.
