Chapter 4: The Truth Buried Eight Years
I didn’t sleep that night.
Not because I was afraid of what happened to me.
I had faced threats before.
I had walked into rooms where powerful men wanted me destroyed and walked out knowing they would never try again.
But this was different.
Because the person who held the missing piece of the past was my daughter.
My little girl.
The one person I had spent eight years trying to protect from the truth.
Emily fell asleep eventually, but I stayed beside her bed until sunrise.
I watched her breathing.
I watched the small movements of her hands as she held the stuffed rabbit she had carried since the hospital.
A memory from another time.
A time before everything changed.
At 6:15 in the morning, my phone buzzed.
Marcus.
I answered quietly.
“What did you find?””
His voice was tense.
“We searched deeper into the accident records.””
“And?””
“There was a witness.””
I stood.
“Who?””
“A mechanic named Thomas Bell. He worked at a repair shop near the highway where the crash happened.””
“Why wasn’t he in the original report?””
“Because he never gave a statement.””
“Why?””
A pause.
“Because someone paid him not to.””
I looked out the window.
“Find him.””
“We already did.””
My eyes narrowed.
“Where is he?””
“Retired. Lives outside Fort Worth.””
“Take me there.””
Two hours later, I was sitting across from a man who looked like he had spent years carrying a secret.
Thomas Bell was in his late sixties.
His hands shook as he poured coffee.
“You’re Alexander Cross.””
“Yes.””
He looked down.
“I wondered when you’d come.””
That sentence bothered me.
“You knew I would?””
He gave a tired smile.
“Everyone who gets lied to eventually starts looking for answers.””
I leaned forward.
“What happened that night?””
Thomas stared at the table.
“It was raining hard.””
“I know.””
“No, Mr. Cross.””
He looked up.
“You know what they told you.””
Silence filled the room.
He continued.
“Your car didn’t lose control because of the weather.””
My jaw tightened.
“Then why did it crash?””
Thomas swallowed.
“Because someone wanted it to.””
The words landed heavily.
“Who?””
He looked toward the window.
“I never saw his face.””
“But you know who hired him.””
Thomas didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
“Daniel Whitmore.””
The old mechanic closed his eyes.
“I was afraid.””
“For eight years?””
“Yes.””
“Why?””
His voice became bitter.
“Because men like Whitmore don’t just ruin your life.””
He looked directly at me.
“They erase it.””
I thought about Emily.
The school.
The attack.
The message.
Everything was connected.
“What was the reason?”” I asked.
Thomas shook his head.
“That part I don’t know.””
“Someone tried to kill me and my daughter, but you don’t know why?””
“I heard one thing.””
“What?””
Thomas hesitated.
Then he whispered:
“They said you knew about the company’s secret.””
My heart stopped.
“What company?””
But before he could answer, the lights went out.
The room went dark.
I immediately stood.
“Marcus.””
My security chief moved instantly.
“Everyone stay still.””
A loud crash came from the back of the house.
Then another.
Someone was inside.
Thomas panicked.
“No…”
I looked at him.
“You know them?””
He didn’t answer.
The back door opened.
A shadow moved.
Marcus and his team rushed forward.
Seconds later, a man ran through the kitchen.
He escaped through the window before we could catch him.
But he dropped something.
A small black envelope.
I picked it up.
Inside was a photograph.
My breath stopped.
It was a picture of Emily.
Not from years ago.
From yesterday.
At the school.
Taken moments before she was attacked.
On the back of the photo were five words.
“Stop before she remembers.””
I stared at the message.
Then my phone rang.
Unknown number.
Again.
I answered.
“You broke your promise.””
The voice was different this time.
Older.
Calmer.
“I never made one.””
“Yes, you did.””
A pause.
“Eight years ago.””
My grip tightened.
“Who are you?””
The person laughed softly.
“You really don’t remember, do you?””
My heart began racing.
“What did I forget?””
The voice became a whisper.
“The night your daughter lost her leg…”
A pause.
“…was the night you destroyed my family.””
The call ended.
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And for the first time in eight years, I wondered if I was the victim.
Or the reason everything happened.
