Chapter 16: The Death That Wasn’t Simple
I stared at the message until the screen went dark.
Then I turned it back on.
The words were still there.
*Connor, you found the truth about your family. But you still don’t know the truth about your father’s death.*
My first reaction was anger.
Not fear.
Not confusion.
Anger.
Because I was tired.
Tired of secrets.
Tired of people controlling the truth.
Tired of discovering that every memory I had could hide another story underneath it.
Paige noticed my expression.
“What happened?””
I handed her my phone.
She read the message.
Then she looked at me.
“Who sent it?””
“I don’t know.””
“Do you think it’s a threat?””
I looked toward the courthouse doors.
Where my mother had just walked out.
Where Melissa stood talking quietly with her attorney.
Where my entire family had spent years hiding things.
“I think it’s a warning.””
That evening, Daniel traced the number.
It took less than an hour.
“Connor.””
His voice sounded concerned.
“What?””
“The number is not registered.””
“What does that mean?””
“It means whoever sent it knew how to hide their identity.””
I closed my eyes.
“Of course.””
Daniel hesitated.
“There’s something else.””
“What?””
“We reviewed your father’s medical records again.””
I sat up.
“Why?””
“Because of the message.””
My heart started beating faster.
“And?””
“There are inconsistencies.””
“What kind?””
Daniel opened a file.
“Your father’s official cause of death was complications from his illness.””
“Yes.””
“But some of the timing doesn’t match.””
I frowned.
“What does that mean?””
“There was a medication change two weeks before he died.””
I felt cold.
“Who requested it?””
A pause.
Then:
“Your mother.””
I stood.
“No.””
“I know.””
“She changed his medication?””
“According to the records.””
“Why?””
“That’s what we need to find out.””
The next morning, I went to see my mother.
Not because I expected honesty.
But because I needed to look her in the eyes.
She opened the door and immediately knew why I was there.
“You found something.””
I didn’t answer.
Her face hardened.
“Connor.””
“Did you change Dad’s medication before he died?””
The silence was immediate.
Her expression changed.
Only for a second.
But I saw it.
Fear.
Then anger covered it.
“How dare you ask me that?””
“That’s not an answer.””
“I took care of your father.””
“Did you?””
The question hung between us.
She stepped back.
“You have no idea what I went through.””
“Neither did Dad.””
Her face softened.
A tiny crack.
Then it disappeared.
“Your father was sick.””
“Yes.””
“And he was suffering.””
“Yes.””
“So I made decisions.””
My stomach tightened.
“What decisions?””
She looked away.
“The doctors agreed.””
“Then why didn’t you tell me?””
No answer.
“Why didn’t you tell Anna?””
Her head snapped toward me.
That reaction told me everything.
She knew Anna had been found.
She knew the past was coming back.
“Connor, some truths only hurt people.””
“No.””
I shook my head.
“Some truths hurt people who are trying to stay hidden.””
She looked at me.
For the first time, she looked exhausted.
Not powerful.
Not controlling.
Just tired.
“I loved your father.””
I believed she believed that.
But love wasn’t always enough.
“You hurt him.””
Her eyes filled.
“You don’t know that.””
“Then prove me wrong.””
She said nothing.
I walked away.
But before I reached my car, she called out.
“Connor.””
I stopped.
Her voice was quieter.
“Your father asked me to do it.””
I turned around.
“What?””
She looked down.
“He asked me to change the medication.””
Everything stopped.
“What are you saying?””
“He didn’t want to suffer anymore.””
My anger faded into confusion.
“Then why hide it?””
She didn’t answer.
“Mom?””
Finally, she whispered:
“Because the last conversation your father and I had…”
She looked at me.
“He told me he knew everything.””
My heart started racing.
“Everything?””
“Yes.””
“What did he know?””
Her voice broke.
“He knew about the trust.””
I waited.
“He knew about Emily.””
A pause.
“He knew about Anna.””
Then she whispered the sentence I never expected.
“And he knew who really caused the accident that changed our family forever.””
I froze.
“Accident?””
My mother looked away.
“I shouldn’t have said that.””
I stepped closer.
“No.””
My voice shook.
“You don’t get to stop now.””
She closed her eyes.
But she didn’t answer.
Because someone else did.
A voice behind me.
“I can.””
I turned.
Melissa stood there.
Her face was pale.
“I know what happened.””
I stared at her.
“Then tell me.””
She looked at my mother.
Then at me.
“The night Dad died…”
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Her voice trembled.
“He wasn’t supposed to be alone.””
