Chapter 10: The Photograph That Exposed Everything
I stared at the photograph until my eyes hurt.
Brianna stood in front of an open filing cabinet, holding my mother's missing designs. Behind her, reflected in the glass of a framed photograph, was a hand wearing Vanessa's silver bracelet.
The bracelet had been a gift from my father.
I'd seen it on Vanessa's wrist at every family gathering, every holiday dinner, every occasion when she wanted to remind people that she had become the woman of the house.
Now it was evidence that she had been watching Brianna search for the very documents she claimed to have forgotten.
"Can you identify the location?"" Elise asked.
I enlarged the photograph.
The room had pale green walls, a narrow window, and a brass desk lamp. Behind Brianna stood a wooden cabinet with a broken handle.
"I've never seen that room," I said.
Elise studied the image.
"Look at the floor.""
I zoomed in.
A strip of faded blue carpet ran beneath the cabinet.
Suddenly, I remembered.
"The old Bellamy House office.""
Elise looked at me sharply.
"How do you know?""
"Vanessa used to keep boxes in a storage unit after Dad died. When I was fourteen, she took me there to help move some things. I remember a blue carpet and a broken cabinet handle.""
"Where was the unit?""
"Outside Atlanta. Near an industrial park.""
Elise immediately called her assistant, who began searching old business records.
Meanwhile, I sent the photograph to Maya.
Her reply arrived almost instantly.
That's Brianna? Why is she holding the pages?
I typed back.
I don't know. But I'm going to ask her.
Elise shook her head.
"Not alone. If those documents are genuine, we need to preserve them properly. We cannot risk someone destroying them.""
"What if Vanessa gets there first?""
"Then we move quickly.""
She contacted a lawyer who specialized in intellectual property disputes. Within an hour, we had an appointment to discuss the portfolio, the suspicious agreement, and the evidence surrounding my mother's stolen designs.
But I couldn't stop thinking about Brianna.
For years, she had treated me like an inconvenience. She had laughed at my ambitions, stolen my dress, and tried to pass my work off as her own.
Yet the photograph showed her holding something that could expose her own mother.
Why?
At four that afternoon, I returned to the house with Maya.
Brianna was in the kitchen, eating cereal from a mug. She looked up when I entered, then immediately lowered her eyes.
"Where did you get the missing pages?"" I asked.
Her spoon stopped halfway to her mouth.
"What pages?""
"The designs from Mom's portfolio. I saw the photograph.""
She set down the mug.
"You're imagining things.""
I placed my phone on the counter and showed her the image.
The color drained from her face.
"Who sent you that?""
"Answer me.""
She glanced toward the hallway.
"Not here.""
"Why? Is Vanessa listening?""
Brianna grabbed my wrist.
"Stop saying her name so loudly!""
I pulled away.
"Then tell me what you know.""
She looked toward the stairs again before lowering her voice.
"I found the documents in a storage cabinet at an office your mother used to work with. Mom told me they were old business records. She said I could use them to develop my competition entry.""
"You knew they belonged to my mother?""
"Not at first.""
"When did you find out?""
Brianna's lips trembled.
"When I saw her signature.""
I stared at her.
"And you still used them?""
She looked down.
"I thought if I won the scholarship, Mom would finally stop comparing me to you.""
The confession was so pathetic that, for a moment, I couldn't find the anger I expected to feel.
"You stole my dress because you were afraid I would win.""
Brianna's eyes filled with tears.
"She told me you were going to leave us behind. She said if you got that scholarship, you'd tell everyone what kind of family we were.""
"So you decided to destroy my future first?""
"I didn't mean for the seam to rip!""
"But you wore the dress without asking.""
She said nothing.
"And you submitted my stitching as your own.""
"I know.""
"Do you?""
My voice shook.
"Do you know what it feels like to spend four months making something, only to watch someone destroy it because they're afraid you might succeed?""
Brianna covered her face.
For the first time, I saw something beneath her cruelty that resembled shame.
It didn't erase what she'd done.
But it made me wonder how long Vanessa had been teaching her that love was something you had to win by defeating someone else.
I sat across from her.
"Where are the original pages now?""
Brianna wiped her cheeks.
"I gave them to Mom.""
"All six?""
She nodded.
"She said she needed to keep them safe.""
"Where?""
"I don't know.""
I stood.
"Brianna, if you're lying to me—"
"I'm not!""
She grabbed my hand.
"There's something else. Mom made me sign a document before the competition. She said it was a declaration that my designs were original.""
My stomach tightened.
"Did you sign it?""
"Yes.""
"Did you read it?""
She looked away.
"Not all of it.""
I felt the room tilt.
"What did it say?""
"I don't know. But Mom kept a copy.""
Before I could ask another question, footsteps sounded on the stairs.
Vanessa appeared in the doorway.
She looked from Brianna to me, then at the phone on the counter.
Her expression hardened.
"What have you told her?""
Brianna stood abruptly.
"Mom, I—"
Vanessa slapped the counter with her palm.
"Get upstairs!""
Brianna flinched and hurried away.
I remained where I was.
"She told me about the documents.""
Vanessa stared at me.
"You have no idea what you've started.""
"Then explain it.""
She stepped closer.
"Those pages are not yours to take.""
"They belonged to my mother.""
"They were part of a business arrangement.""
"A business arrangement you profited from.""
Her eyes flashed.
"You think you can accuse me of anything you like because Elise Monroe has taken an interest in you?""
"No. I think I can ask questions because you keep refusing to answer them.""
Vanessa leaned close enough for me to smell her perfume.
"You should have accepted your little scholarship loss gracefully. Instead, you've dragged private family matters into public view.""
I stared at her.
"You destroyed my mother's future. You tried to destroy mine. And now you're angry because people might find out.""
Her face twisted.
"Get out of my way.""
She pushed past me and stormed upstairs.
I stood in the kitchen, shaking.
Then Maya came through the back door carrying a folder.
"I spoke to Elise's lawyer," she said.
"He found something interesting.""
She placed the folder on the counter.
Inside was a copy of the agreement Vanessa had presented at the studio.
The lawyer had already identified several irregularities in the formatting and signature block. It wasn't proof of forgery, but it was enough to justify a formal examination.
Maya pointed to the last page.
"Look at the witness signature.""
I leaned closer.
The name was unfamiliar.
But beneath it was an address.
The same industrial park where Brianna had found the missing designs.
And beside the witness's name was a company stamp.
*BELLAMY HOUSE ARCHIVES.*
I looked toward the stairs.
Vanessa had not merely hidden my mother's work.
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She had kept the trail alive.
And now we finally had a place to follow it.
