Chapter 13: The Daughter Who Knew Too Much
The video froze on Mia’s face.
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
It felt impossible.
Mia.
The girl who had spent years competing with me.
The girl who had cut my graduation dress the night before the ceremony.
The girl who had acted like she hated me.
She was sitting beside my mother.
My mother looked weak.
Mia looked young.
Too young.
Dad stared at the screen.
“No.””
His voice was barely audible.
“That’s not possible.””
Thomas stepped closer.
“Play it.””
Nobody moved.
Then Dad pressed the button.
The video continued.
My mother looked exhausted.
But she was calm.
“Mia, you need to understand something.””
Mia looked nervous.
“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.””
My heart tightened.
My mother reached across the table.
“You were manipulated.””
Mia looked down.
“I just wanted Mom to be proud of me.””
The room went silent.
Vanessa covered her face.
I watched Mia on the screen.
A younger version of the girl I knew.
Not cruel.
Not confident.
Just desperate.
My mother spoke softly.
“Vanessa knows exactly what she’s doing.””
Mia shook her head.
“She said you were trying to take everything away from us.””
My mother looked heartbroken.
“That’s what she told you?””
Mia nodded.
“She said Emily would have everything and we would have nothing.””
I closed my eyes.
The pieces started fitting together.
Mia’s jealousy.
Her anger.
Her hatred.
Someone had fed it.
My mother continued.
“Your mother is using your fear.””
Mia started crying.
“I don’t know what to do.””
My mother looked at her.
“Tell the truth.””
The video paused again.
Everyone looked at Vanessa.
She looked destroyed.
“Mia…”
But Mia wasn’t there.
She had been watching from the hallway.
I turned.
She stood frozen.
Her face was wet with tears.
“You weren’t supposed to see that.””
Nobody spoke.
Dad looked at her.
“How long have you known?””
Mia walked into the room slowly.
“I didn’t know everything.””
Her voice cracked.
“I swear.””
Dad looked at her.
“Then tell us what you knew.””
Mia looked at me.
And for the first time in years, I didn’t see jealousy.
I saw regret.
“I knew Mom was hiding things.””
She swallowed.
“She told me Emily’s mother was trying to destroy our family.””
I said nothing.
“She told me if Emily found the truth, we would lose our house.””
Dad looked shocked.
“Our house?””
Mia nodded.
“She said everything belonged to Emily.””
A bitter laugh escaped me.
“So you hated me because someone convinced you I was stealing from you.””
Mia started crying.
“Yes.””
The honesty hurt.
But it also explained everything.
Dad sat down.
“Mia, what happened after this video?””
She looked at the laptop.
“My mom found out I talked to your mother.””
Everyone froze.
“When?””
“Before she died.””
My heart stopped.
Mia looked at Vanessa.
“She was angry.””
Vanessa whispered:
“Mia.””
“No.””
Mia wiped her tears.
“I’m done lying.””
She looked at Dad.
“She told me I had to forget the conversation.””
Thomas stepped forward.
“Did she threaten you?””
Mia nodded.
“She said if I ever told anyone, she would make sure Dad hated me too.””
Dad closed his eyes.
The pain on his face was impossible to watch.
“My own daughter…”
Mia cried.
“I was scared.””
I looked at her.
“You were scared, so you hurt me.””
She nodded.
“I know.””
There was no excuse.
And she knew it.
The room stayed quiet.
Then Thomas spoke.
“There’s one thing we still don’t understand.””
Everyone looked at him.
“The video file.””
He pointed at the screen.
“This was recorded after your mother died.””
Mia’s face changed.
“I didn’t record that.””
Nobody moved.
“Then who did?””
Mia looked toward Vanessa.
And whispered:
“Mom did.””
Vanessa looked confused.
“What?””
Mia shook her head.
“She left the camera running.””
Dad stood.
“Why?””
Mia looked at me.
“Because she knew someone would try to erase the truth.””
My phone buzzed.
Everyone looked.
Another message.
This time from the unknown number.
The message only said:
You have one hour.
Then another appeared.
Bring the evidence to the courthouse.
If you want to know who really killed your mother.
My hands went cold.
Dad looked at me.
“Courthouse?””
Thomas picked up the phone.
“This is bigger than money.””
I looked at the clock.
My graduation ceremony was supposed to start soon.
But suddenly, walking across a stage felt meaningless.
Because my mother had spent her final days fighting for me.
And now I had a choice.
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Ignore the truth.
Or finish what she started.
