Chapter 9: The Money I Never Knew Existed
I stared at Richard’s message.
The money your father left you.
My father.
Again.
A person I barely remembered was somehow connected to everything.
I showed Daniel.
His expression changed immediately.
“Your father?””
I nodded.
“Do you know anything about this?””
“No.””
Grandma looked at me.
“Ethan…”
I turned.
“You knew?””
She looked uncomfortable.
“I knew your father had left something.””
My heart sank.
“What?””
She sighed.
“Your father’s parents had money.””
I frowned.
“Then why did nobody tell me?””
“Because your father disappeared before the arrangements were completed.””
I felt angry.
“So everyone knew about money connected to me except me?””
Nobody spoke.
That hurt more than anything.
My entire life, people had made decisions around me.
For me.
About me.
But never with me.
I called Richard.
He answered quickly.
“Ethan.””
“Why did you mention my father’s money?””
A pause.
Then:
“Because you deserve to know the truth.””
I almost laughed.
“Funny. That’s what everyone says after hiding things.””
“Listen to me.””
“No. You listen.””
My voice shook.
“You took my college fund.””
“I didn’t take anything.””
“You benefited from it.””
“That’s complicated.””
“Everything with you is complicated.””
Silence.
Then Richard said:
“Meet me alone.””
“No.””
“Ethan.””
“I’m done meeting people who want to explain after they hurt me.””
His voice became tense.
“You don’t understand what your father did.””
I froze.
“What did he do?””
Another pause.
Then he said:
“Your father didn’t abandon you because he didn’t care.””
My chest tightened.
“He left because he was trying to protect something.””
“What?””
“I can’t say over the phone.””
I looked at Daniel.
He shook his head slightly.
Don’t go alone.
I understood.
“Where?””
Richard gave me an address.
A small office downtown.
“Come alone.””
I almost refused.
Then I remembered Grandpa’s letter.
The person who benefits is not always the person who takes.
I needed answers.
The next morning, Daniel came with me but waited outside.
I walked into the office.
Richard was already there.
He looked exhausted.
Older.
For the first time, he didn’t look like the confident man who controlled the house.
He looked scared.
“You came.””
“I want answers.””
He nodded.
“I figured.””
He placed a folder on the table.
“Your father created a trust too.””
I stared at him.
“What?””
“He knew he wouldn’t be around.””
My jaw tightened.
“Why?””
Richard looked down.
“Because he was sick.””
The word hit me.
“Sick?””
“Yes.””
I sat down slowly.
“Nobody told me.””
“Your mother wanted to protect you.””
I laughed.
“Everyone keeps using that word.””
Richard pushed the folder toward me.
“Your father left instructions.””
I opened it.
Inside were letters.
Documents.
Records.
And one photograph.
My father holding me as a child.
I hadn’t seen it before.
My hands trembled.
Richard spoke quietly.
“He left money for you.””
“How much?””
He looked away.
“Enough to pay for college.””
My stomach dropped.
“Then why did I need Grandpa’s money?””
Richard didn’t answer.
Because he didn’t need to.
I already understood.
My college fund wasn’t the only thing stolen.
Something else had been hidden.
“Where is it?””
Richard looked at me.
“Gone.””
My heart sank.
“What?””
“Your father’s trust disappeared after he died.””
I stared.
“Who managed it?””
Richard hesitated.
Then whispered:
“Your mother.””
The room went silent.
I stood up.
“No.””
Richard looked at me.
“I’m sorry.””
“No.””
I backed away.
“Everyone keeps saying my mother did this. But nobody has proof.””
Richard reached into the folder.
“I have proof.””
He pulled out a document.
A transfer record.
A signature.
A date.
My hands shook as I looked at it.
Because the signature at the bottom wasn’t my grandfather’s.
It wasn’t mine.
It wasn’t Richard’s.
It was my mother’s.
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And next to it was a note written in red ink.
Transfer completed. Ethan must never know.
