Chapter 6: The Account in My Name
My father didn't sleep that night.
I knew because every time I woke, I heard him moving around the house, speaking quietly on the phone or typing on his laptop.
At six in the morning, he sat beside my bed with two cups of hot chocolate.
"Good morning, princess.""
I rubbed my eyes.
"Are we going to get shoes today?""
He smiled sadly.
"Absolutely. But first, I need to take care of something important.""
"Because of Vanessa?""
"Yes.""
I looked down at my hands.
"Is she going to take everything?""
Daddy set his cup aside.
"No one is going to take what belongs to you without a fight. I promise.""
He called Robert as soon as the attorney's office opened. By eight thirty, we were sitting in a conference room with Robert and a financial investigator named Susan Miller.
Susan had short silver hair, rectangular glasses, and a habit of tapping her pen against the table whenever she studied a document.
She spread several bank statements before us.
"The account was opened eighteen months ago," she explained.
"It was registered under Lily's name, but the contact details and mailing address belonged to Vanessa.""
Daddy leaned forward.
"Could Vanessa legally open an account for a minor?""
"Depending on the account type and the applicable authorization, a parent or guardian may be able to establish one. The issue isn't simply that an account exists. It's how the money was obtained and who controlled it.""
Susan pointed to a series of transfers.
"Funds moved from Lily's trust into this account over several months. The stated purpose was educational expenses and long-term savings.""
Daddy scanned the numbers.
"But the money never paid for her education. I paid the school directly.""
"Correct.""
"Then where did it go?""
Susan turned another page.
"Some transfers went to V.C. Luxury Holdings. Others went toward credit card balances, jewelry purchases, and payments associated with the property transaction Robert mentioned.""
Daddy's fingers tightened around the papers.
"And the remaining balance?""
"Three hundred and eighty thousand dollars is currently scheduled for transfer to an external investment account on Monday. We have requested an urgent review and preservation of the available records. Whether the bank can block the transaction immediately depends on its authority and the restrictions attached to the account.""
I sat very still.
Three hundred and eighty thousand dollars meant nothing to me.
But the word disappear did.
"Is that my money?"" I asked.
Susan turned toward me.
"Some of the funds appear to have originated from your trust. We need to trace every transaction before determining the exact amount that belongs to you.""
"Can they give it back?""
"We're going to work very hard to find out.""
Daddy reached for my hand beneath the table.
"She's seven," he said quietly.
"She shouldn't have to sit here listening to strangers explain how her future was treated like a bank account.""
Susan's expression softened.
"You're right, Mr. Carter. Lily, none of this is your fault. You haven't done anything wrong.""
I nodded, but my stomach still felt tight.
After the meeting, Daddy took me to a shoe store.
It was the first time I had entered one without being afraid that I was asking for too much.
A saleswoman approached us.
"Can I help you find anything?""
Daddy smiled at me.
"That's up to my daughter.""
I walked slowly between the shelves.
There were pink sneakers, purple sneakers, glittery sneakers, and sneakers with tiny silver stars on the sides.
I picked up a purple pair and looked at the price tag.
Then I put them back.
Daddy noticed.
"Don't you like those?""
"They're expensive.""
He crouched beside me.
"Lily, you don't have to choose the cheapest thing just because you're afraid of costing money.""
"But Vanessa said—"
"Vanessa was wrong.""
I looked at the shoes again.
"Can I try them on?""
"Of course.""
The saleswoman brought my size. When I slipped the sneakers onto my feet, the soft fabric hugged them without pinching. I stood and took three careful steps.
No pain.
No pressure.
No need to curl my toes to keep the torn soles from separating.
I looked up at Daddy.
"They don't hurt.""
He turned away for a second, pressing his lips together.
Then he knelt and tied the laces.
"Good," he whispered.
"That's how shoes are supposed to feel.""
I chose the purple pair.
For the first time in months, I walked out of a store without trying to hide my feet.
But our peaceful morning ended when Daddy's phone rang in the parking lot.
It was Robert.
"The bank has identified the destination account," he said.
"The transfer request was submitted using documentation that claims Lily has authorized the movement of her assets.""
Daddy frowned.
"That's impossible. She's seven.""
"I know. The signature is clearly not hers.""
"Whose signature is it?""
Robert paused.
"That's why I'm calling. The account was opened using a notarized authorization signed by you, Daniel.""
Daddy went silent.
"I never signed anything like that.""
"We suspected as much. The notary's records indicate that someone presented a document bearing your signature and identification details. We need to establish how that happened.""
Daddy gripped the steering wheel.
"Who submitted it?""
"Vanessa.""
I watched my father's expression harden.
"Then we'll prove it was forged.""
"There's another complication," Robert added.
"The receiving account isn't in Vanessa's name.""
Daddy stared through the windshield.
"Whose name is on it?""
Robert answered.
And the moment he heard the name, my father reached across the seat and pulled me into his arms.
Because the money hadn't been sent to a stranger.
It had been sent to someone Daddy trusted with his own life.
Someone who had been standing beside him at my mother's funeral.
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Someone who had promised to protect me when she could no longer do it herself.
*And by Monday morning, we would discover whether that person had been helping Vanessa all along—or whether Vanessa had stolen my future using a secret neither of us knew existed.*
