Chapter 12 - YOUR BURDEN RETURNED
David crossed the suite before Eleanor finished speaking.
“You brought them here?”
“You requested access to your parents and claimed I withheld their property.”
“They can’t stay in a hotel.”
“They aren’t staying. Their apartment and care plan are waiting in Riverdale. This is the conversation you avoided.”
Teresa pointed at Eleanor.
“Don’t stand there acting superior. You still owe this family after what you’ve done.”
The old instinct had returned under pressure: blame the woman who remained.
Eleanor’s restraint broke.
David stepped toward her, and she drove her foot into his face before he could grab her. He stumbled against the bed, stunned more by her refusal than the blow.
Lila released the suitcase and backed away.
Frank caught Teresa by the arm as she lunged forward.
“Stop,” he said. “For once, stop helping him escape the sentence before he finishes it.”
Eleanor yanked open the closet.
David’s tailored suits hung beside Lila’s dresses. Beneath them were Frank and Teresa’s remaining suitcases, the pill case, and boxes David had instructed movers to send to Kiyomi under his name.
He had already planned to collect their belongings.
Not his parents.
Their property.
Eleanor placed the framed family photograph on top.
“I brought your burden back to the only man who owns it,” she said. “You.”
David stared at the boxes.
“I was going to arrange something.”
“You arranged me.”
“I didn’t force you to let them inside.”
“You forged my consent before they arrived.”
Lila stood slowly.
“You told me Eleanor volunteered.”
David looked at her. “Not now.”
“No,” Lila said. “Now.”
Teresa sank into a chair. The fight had left her face.
Frank remained beside her, gripping his robe closed.
Marcus stood near the door with the care coordinator. No one was trapped. No one was being abandoned.
David could no longer use practical danger to end the conversation.
Eleanor told him Northbridge had the forged packet, the access-token logs, Pilar’s email, Lila’s draft records, and the banking trail from his parents’ condo sale.
His expression changed only when she mentioned the office.
“Eleanor,” he said, panic entering his voice, “what did you send to my office?”
She stepped backward.
“Nothing they couldn’t verify without me.”
David moved toward the nightstand where his passport lay.
Lila reached it first.
She picked it up, looked at him, and handed it to Marcus.
“I think this belongs with the investigator downstairs,” she said.
David stared at the woman he had planned to leave with.
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The first person to walk out of the suite was not Eleanor.
It was Lila.
