Chapter 2: The Message I Never Sent
I called Dad so quickly that I nearly dropped my phone.
He answered on the fourth ring.
“Hannah?””
“Dad, I didn't send you anything about surgery. I swear.””
There was noise in the background: traffic, a truck engine, someone shouting from a distance.
Then Dad said, “Slow down, sweetheart. I'm trying to understand.””
“Understand what? I didn't ask you for six thousand dollars!””
He exhaled heavily.
“The message came in Monday night. It said you had a medical problem, that you were scared, and that you needed me to transfer money immediately.””
“Monday? I was working Monday.””
“I know. That's why I'm calling.””
I sat on the edge of my bed and pressed my free hand against my forehead.
“Dad, I haven't even been to the doctor. I'm not sick.””
“Who had your phone?””
“Nobody.””
“Did you lend it to Madison?””
“No.””
“Did Karen have access to your accounts?””
I hesitated.
Karen had borrowed my phone once to call a delivery driver when hers was charging upstairs. She'd held it for perhaps two minutes, standing beside the refrigerator while I unpacked groceries.
But that had been months earlier.
“I don't think so,” I said.
Dad was quiet.
Then he asked, “Did Karen mention anything about the message?””
My throat tightened.
“No. But she stole my savings.””
“What?””
I told him everything.
The envelope. The laptop. The note. The way Karen had laughed when I asked for my money back.
I expected him to interrupt me, to ask whether I'd misunderstood, or to tell me that Karen probably had a good reason.
Instead, I heard the sharp scrape of something moving at his end of the call.
“Your money was in your room?”” he asked.
“Yes.””
“And Karen admitted she used it?””
“Yes.””
“Did she say how much?””
“All of it. Exactly $1,460.””
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then Dad's voice changed.
“Listen to me carefully, Hannah. Don't delete anything from your phone. Don't confront Karen about the message. I'm coming home tomorrow.””
“Dad, what about the surgery message?””
“I'll show you when I get there.””
“Can you send it to me now?””
“I want to see your face when you read it.””
The call ended.
I sat in the dark for a long time.
Outside, a car passed, its headlights sliding across my ceiling. Somewhere downstairs, Madison laughed at a video. A cabinet shut. Karen's footsteps crossed the hallway.
Ordinary sounds.
But our house no longer felt ordinary.
The next morning, I went downstairs before anyone else woke up. I needed to see the laptop again, though I wasn't sure why. Maybe I wanted proof that my money had become something tangible. Maybe I needed to remind myself that I hadn't imagined any of it.
The silver laptop sat on the kitchen island.
A glossy receipt lay beside it.
I picked it up.
The price was $1,399 before tax.
My entire summer.
My hands began to shake.
I photographed the receipt with my phone and returned it to exactly the same spot.
“Planning to steal something else?””
Karen's voice came from behind me.
I turned.
She stood in the doorway wearing a white robe, her hair wrapped in a towel. She held a mug of coffee in one hand.
“I'm taking a picture of the receipt.””
“Why?””
“Because you bought Madison a laptop with my money.””
Karen walked toward me and took the receipt from my hand.
“You're becoming obsessed with this.””
“You took money from my room without asking.””
“And I told you why.””
“You didn't have the right.””
She placed the receipt inside a kitchen drawer and closed it.
“Your father has enough problems without you inventing new ones.””
I stared at her.
“Dad knows about the money.””
For the first time, her face went completely still.
Only for a second.
Then she smiled.
“I'm sure he does.””
“He's coming home today.””
The smile disappeared.
“Your father has work.””
“He said he's coming.””
Karen set down her coffee with a little too much force.
“Well, then, I suppose we'll have a family discussion. But if you think you're going to stand there and make me look like some criminal because I bought Madison a computer, you're mistaken.””
She leaned closer.
“And if you bring up that ridiculous money again, I'll remind your father exactly how much this household spends on you.””
I wanted to tell her that no amount of food or electricity could justify stealing from me.
Instead, I went upstairs.
At school, I couldn't concentrate. Every time my phone vibrated, my heart jumped. I checked my banking app three times, even though I already knew the cash was gone.
At lunch, my best friend, Chloe, noticed my untouched sandwich.
“You look like you haven't slept in a week,” she said.
“Something happened at home.””
“Bad?””
“My stepmother stole the money I saved for a laptop. Then my dad told me someone sent him a message pretending I needed six thousand dollars for surgery.””
Chloe lowered her drink.
“Wait. Someone pretended to be you?””
“Apparently.””
“That's not just family drama, Hannah. That's serious.””
“I know.””
“Did you give anyone your password?””
“No.””
“Then don't let them talk you into thinking you're confused. Save every message. Take screenshots. Write down what happened and when.””
I nodded.
Chloe reached across the table and squeezed my wrist.
“You worked for that money. You don't have to feel guilty for wanting it back.””
For the first time in days, I felt like someone believed me without requiring a defense.
When I got home, Dad's truck was already in the driveway.
I ran through the front door.
He stood in the living room with his travel bag beside him. He looked exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and dust on his boots.
But when he saw me, he opened his arms.
I threw myself against him.
“Hey, kiddo,” he whispered, holding me tightly.
“I'm home.””
I started crying before I could stop myself.
He rubbed my back.
“I'm sorry I wasn't here.””
“You didn't know.””
“I should have noticed something was wrong.””
Over his shoulder, I saw Karen standing near the staircase.
She wore a soft pink sweater and had arranged a plate of cookies on the coffee table.
“Welcome home, honey,” she said brightly.
“You must be exhausted.””
Dad didn't turn toward her.
He kept one arm around me.
“Karen, we need to talk.””
She gave a small laugh.
“Of course. But let's let Hannah settle down first. She's been very emotional lately.””
Dad finally looked at her.
“That's exactly what we're going to discuss.””
Karen's fingers tightened around the edge of the plate.
Madison appeared at the top of the stairs, holding her new laptop against her chest.
“Dad? What's going on?””
“Come downstairs, Madison.””
She obeyed slowly.
Dad waited until everyone was in the living room. Then he took out his phone and opened a message thread.
“Hannah,” he said, “I want you to read this.””
He handed me the phone.
The message was long, written in a tone that looked disturbingly like mine.
*Dad, please don't tell anyone yet. I've been having a serious medical problem, and the doctor says I need surgery as soon as possible. It will cost $6,000.
I'm scared, and I don't know who else to ask. Please transfer the money to the account I'm about to send you. I can't talk about this in front of Karen.*
I read it twice.
Then a third time.
“That's not me.””
Dad nodded.
“I believed you the first time you said it.””
I looked up at him, startled.
“You did?””
“Of course I did.””
Karen shifted in her chair.
“Now, Robert, perhaps we should be careful about making accusations. Teenagers sometimes send messages and forget about them.””
Dad turned toward her.
“She says she didn't send it.””
“And I'm not calling her a liar,” Karen replied quickly.
“I'm just saying there may be an explanation.””
Madison looked between them.
“Mom, what does this have to do with me?””
Dad scrolled down the screen.
“Because the sender asked me to transfer the money to an account I didn't recognize. I refused until I could speak to Hannah directly.””
Karen folded her hands.
“That was sensible.””
“Yes,” Dad said.
“It was. So I started looking at the details.””
He placed his phone on the coffee table.
“There's something strange about this message.””
I leaned closer.
“What?””
Dad pointed to the top of the screen.
“The number it came from.””
I recognized my phone number immediately.
But beneath the message, Dad had opened a second screen showing the contact information.
He looked at me.
“Your number is attached to this conversation, Hannah. But the message itself may not have come from your phone.””
Karen stood abruptly.
“I think this is getting out of hand.””
Dad didn't move.
“Sit down, Karen.””
The room fell silent.
She stared at him, apparently stunned that he'd spoken to her that way.
Then she slowly sat.
Dad turned his phone toward me.
“I contacted the bank this morning. And I asked the phone company to help me verify something.””
My pulse quickened.
“What did you find?””
Dad looked from me to Karen.
“The message was sent through a service that can disguise the sender's number.””
Madison's mouth fell open.
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Karen's face drained of color.
And Dad wasn't finished.
