Chapter 6 - The Son He Kept Saving
Before the search began, Evan demanded to speak with Dad.
The detective allowed a supervised conversation in a hospital conference room. Priscilla sat with her attorney at one end of the table. Evan sat alone at the other.
Dad and I entered together.
Evan looked at our joined arms and laughed without humor.
“There she is,” he said. “The favorite.”
Dad lowered himself into a chair. “This isn’t about Claire.”
“It’s always been about Claire. You paid for her college. You bragged about her badge. I stayed here and took care of Mom while she was dying.”
“You were nineteen,” Dad said. “You quit school because you wanted to.”
“I quit because somebody had to stay.”
I almost defended myself. Then I remembered what Dad had said in the hospital.
I had left. Evan had stayed. Over time, he had turned that sacrifice into ownership.
“I should’ve come home more,” I said. “I should’ve paid attention. But I didn’t steal from him.”
Evan looked away.
Dad leaned forward carefully. “How much do you owe?”
Evan’s jaw worked before he answered. “Enough.”
“Did you put my name on those accounts?”
“I was going to fix it.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“The company would’ve survived if you hadn’t cut me off.”
Priscilla’s chair scraped back.
“You told me he forged my name,” she said.
Evan turned on her. “Don’t do this.”
“You said Frank was framing us.”
“He was going to destroy everything.”
“No,” she said. “You were.”
Her attorney touched her arm, but Priscilla kept speaking.
She described the office computer, the draft statement, the spreadsheet Evan used to track Dad’s accounts, and the locked metal box where he kept duplicate mail and signature samples.
Evan’s face changed—not into regret, but calculation.
“She handled the finances,” he told the detective. “She hit him. This is her trying to save herself.”
Priscilla absorbed the words like a final blow.
Dad looked at Evan for a long time.
“I kept paying because I thought losing the business would break you,” he said. “I didn’t understand that saving you from consequences was teaching you there wouldn’t be any.”
Evan pushed his chair back.
“You’re choosing her over me again.”
Dad did not look at me.
“I’m choosing not to let you use me anymore.”
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Outside the conference room, the detective received confirmation that the warrant had been approved.
The search team was already on its way to the house.
