Chapter 16: The Brother Who Knew Everything
For several seconds, nobody breathed.
Richard Bennett.
Michael’s older brother.
My brother-in-law.
The man who stood beside us at our wedding.
The man who gave a speech at our anniversary party.
The man who held my hand at Michael’s funeral and told me, “You’re not alone.””
I felt sick.
“No,” I whispered.
Mark’s voice remained calm.
“Yes.””
“That’s impossible.””
“Is it?””
I looked at Thomas.
He didn’t speak.
And somehow, that scared me more.
Because Thomas had always had an answer.
A document.
A fact.
A piece of evidence.
But now he was silent.
“Why would Richard do this?”” I asked.
Mark laughed softly.
“Because people are always predictable when money is involved.””
I tightened my grip on the phone.
“You’re lying.””
“Maybe.””
A pause.
“But ask yourself something, Linda.””
I hated that he said my name like he knew me.
“Why did Richard never question anything?””
My mind raced.
Because it was true.
Richard had always been around.
He knew Michael’s business.
He knew our family.
He knew our struggles.
He knew everything.
“Where is he?”” Thomas asked.
Mark ignored him.
“Your husband trusted his brother.””
“Stop.””
“He trusted him so much that he gave him access.””
My heart sank.
“Access to what?””
Mark answered:
“Everything.””
The call ended.
I stared at the phone.
Nobody spoke.
Then David whispered:
“Uncle Richard?””
The pain in his voice surprised me.
Because even after everything…
He still couldn’t believe it.
Thomas finally moved.
“I need to make some calls.””
He walked away.
Sarah sat quietly.
For once, she had nothing to say.
I looked at her.
“You knew about Richard?””
She shook her head.
“No.””
“Do you expect me to believe that?””
She looked at me.
“I didn’t know.””
The strange thing was…
I believed her.
Not because she had earned my trust.
She hadn’t.
But because fear looked different than manipulation.
Sarah was scared.
Really scared.
David stood.
“I need air.””
He walked outside.
I followed him.
The backyard was quiet.
The same backyard where Michael built a treehouse for David when he was eight.
The same place where my son learned how to ride a bicycle.
Memories everywhere.
Pain everywhere.
“Mom.””
I looked at David.
“What?””
He swallowed.
“I’m sorry.””
I looked away.
“I know.””
“No, you don’t.””
His voice cracked.
“I’m sorry for letting people convince me that I wasn’t enough.””
I turned toward him.
“David.””
“I spent years trying to prove myself.””
He wiped his eyes.
“And I hurt the one person who never needed me to prove anything.””
That hurt.
Because it was true.
I wanted to forgive him.
A mother always wants to forgive her child.
But forgiveness didn’t erase what happened.
“You broke my trust.””
“I know.””
“And I don’t know how to fix that.””
“I know.””
We stood there quietly.
Then David said something that made me look at him.
“I think Dad knew Richard was involved.””
My heart stopped.
“What?””
He nodded.
“Dad changed after one conversation with Uncle Richard.””
“When?””
“About a month before he died.””
I searched my memory.
A month before Michael passed away.
That was when he started writing more notes.
When he started organizing papers.
When he told me he wanted to “make sure everything was protected.””
“What did Richard say?””
“I don’t know.””
David looked toward the house.
“But Dad told me something afterward.””
“What?””
“He said, ‘Never trust someone just because they share your blood.’”
A chill went through me.
Michael had known.
Maybe not everything.
But enough.
Thomas came back outside.
His face was serious.
“We have a problem.””
I looked at him.
“What happened?””
“Richard isn’t at his home.””
“Where is he?””
Thomas hesitated.
“On his way here.””
My stomach tightened.
“How do you know?””
Thomas held up his phone.
“He contacted me.””
David frowned.
“Why?””
Thomas looked at me.
“He wants to talk.””
“About what?””
Thomas’s expression darkened.
“He said he needs to explain what Michael discovered.””
The words felt impossible.
Michael discovered something.
Again.
Another secret.
Another hidden truth.
I looked toward the road.
Because deep down, I knew.
Richard wasn’t coming here to apologize.
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He was coming because he knew the game was ending.
And he wanted to control the final move.
