Chapter 8: The Night Elena Disappeared
I didn’t sleep.
Not even for a minute.
Richard’s words repeated in my mind.
Ask Everett why he never told you about the night your mother vanished.
By sunrise, I had replayed every conversation with Mr. Bennett.
Every pause.
Every hesitation.
Every time he said he wanted the truth.
But truth had become something dangerous.
Because every person who gave me a piece of it took another piece away.
Mr. Bennett sat across from me at the kitchen table.
The same table where my mother had helped me with homework.
The same place where I had eaten hundreds of meals.
Now it held two cups of untouched coffee and a lifetime of unanswered questions.
“You want to know what happened that night,” he said.
It wasn’t a question.
I looked at him.
“Yes.””
He nodded slowly.
“I should have told you sooner.””
“Why didn’t you?””
He looked at the floor.
“Because I was ashamed.””
That answer surprised me.
“What happened?””
He took a deep breath.
“Twenty years ago, Elena called me.””
I listened.
“She told me she had proof against Richard. She wanted to meet somewhere private.””
“Did you go?””
“Yes.””
My heart raced.
“Where?””
“A storage building owned by my company.””
The words made my stomach twist.
“What happened there?””
Mr. Bennett closed his eyes.
“When I arrived, Elena was already there.””
“She was alone?””
He hesitated.
“No.””
I leaned forward.
“Who was with her?””
“Richard.””
Silence.
“They were arguing,” he continued.
“Elena was holding a folder. Richard was trying to take it from her.””
“What did you do?””
“I stepped in.””
His hands tightened.
“And then everything went wrong.””
“What does that mean?””
He looked at me.
“I heard a crash.””
My breath stopped.
“Then?””
“When I turned around, Elena was gone.””
“Gone?””
He nodded.
“The door was open. The folder was missing.””
I stared at him.
“You’re saying my mother just disappeared?””
“No.””
His voice became quiet.
“I think someone took her.””
“Did you call the police?””
Another pause.
A terrible pause.
“Everett.””
He looked away.
“I did.””
“But?””
“But before they arrived, Richard told me something.””
My fingers curled.
“What?””
“He said if I wanted Elena and my daughter to survive, I had to stay silent.””
My heart dropped.
“You believed him?””
“I didn’t know what else to do.””
The anger came suddenly.
“You’re a billionaire.””
My voice shook.
“You had resources. You had power. You could have found her.””
His eyes filled with pain.
“I tried.””
“But you stopped.””
“No.””
“Then why did I grow up without you?””
The question hurt both of us.
Mr. Bennett looked like he had no answer.
Then his phone rang.
He looked at the screen.
The caller ID made him freeze.
I saw the name.
Richard Vale.
He answered.
“What do you want?””
Richard’s voice came through the speaker.
“I know you told her.””
Mr. Bennett stood.
“Where are you?””
“That doesn’t matter.””
“Richard—”
“You need to stop digging.””
I grabbed the phone.
“Where is my mother?””
Silence.
Then Richard spoke.
“Amara?””
“Yes.””
His voice changed.
Softer.
Almost guilty.
“I’m sorry.””
I froze.
“Sorry for what?””
A long pause.
Then:
“For not finding her sooner.””
My heart pounded.
“What does that mean?””
Richard whispered:
“Because Elena was alive when I last saw her.””
I couldn’t breathe.
“When?””
“Three years ago.””
The room spun.
Three years ago.
My mother wasn’t missing.
She was alive.
I looked at Mr. Bennett.
He looked just as shocked.
Richard continued:
“And she left something for you.””
“What?””
A pause.
Then his voice dropped.
“A recording.””
The call ended.
I stared at the phone.
A recording.
My mother’s voice.
After all these years.
Then another notification appeared.
A location.
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And one sentence:
Come alone if you want to hear Elena.
