Chapter 8: The Twin Who Was Never Supposed to Live
The drive to St. Agnes took eleven minutes.
I counted every one.
Richard drove with both hands locked around the steering wheel. Mae sat beside me, clutching the hospital report, while the rain grew heavier against the windows.
I had called David twice.
He hadn't answered.
The abandoned children's center appeared at the end of a narrow road, its brick walls dark with age and its windows covered in plywood. A rusted sign leaned beside the entrance.
ST. AGNES CHILDREN'S CENTER.
The letters were barely visible beneath layers of peeling paint.
“Stay in the car,” Richard ordered.
Mae opened her door.
“No.””
“It's dangerous.””
“So was my entire life, apparently. I'm done waiting for other people to decide what I can handle.””
She stepped into the rain.
I followed.
The front entrance was chained shut, but a side door stood open. Someone had recently cleared a path through the weeds.
Inside, the air smelled of mildew and old smoke.
Our footsteps echoed through the empty corridor.
Then we heard a voice.
“Claire.””
David stood at the far end of the hall.
His shirt was soaked, his hair plastered to his forehead. A cut ran along his cheek.
I rushed toward him.
“What happened?””
“Thomas has Evelyn in the old maternity ward.””
“Where is he?””
David glanced at Richard.
“Before we go any farther, you need to hear the truth.””
I laughed in disbelief.
“Now? You're choosing now to confess?””
“I should have done it years ago.””
“Yes, you should have.””
He swallowed.
“The night of the fire, I went into the hospital to get Rebecca out. Arthur had told me she was being transferred to a private facility, but I found her locked in a room with two nurses and a security guard.””
Mae stepped closer.
“What happened to my babies?””
David's face crumpled.
“You had given birth that morning. Arthur told everyone one child had died. He said the other was being taken to a safe place.””
“And you believed him?””
“I wanted to.””
He looked at me.
“Then I found the records. Both babies were alive. Arthur had ordered the staff to switch their identities because he wanted one child to inherit the Bennett estate and the other to disappear.””
My throat tightened.
“Which child did he want to inherit?””
David looked at Richard.
“Claire.””
Richard frowned.
“That doesn't make sense. Arthur wanted a Bennett heir.””
“He wanted a child he could control. He knew Rebecca's daughter was biologically connected to the Morgan family, but he planned to raise her as his own. The other child was supposed to vanish into the private facility.””
Mae shook her head.
“Why?””
“Because Thomas had convinced Arthur that the twins carried a claim to a trust worth millions. If both children were known to exist, the estate would be divided. If only one survived, Arthur could control the inheritance.””
I stared at him.
“So he stole one child to protect his money?””
“He stole one child because he thought he could control the future.””
“And you helped him.””
David's eyes filled.
“Yes.””
The admission hung between us.
I wanted to hate him without complication. I wanted every part of him to be a villain, every memory of our marriage to be a lie.
But I remembered the terrified young man in the photographs, the boy who had tried to defy my father and failed.
That didn't excuse what he'd done.
It only made the truth harder to bear.
“Why did you marry me?”” I asked.
David looked directly at me.
“Because I fell in love with you before I understood who you were.””
“And after you understood?””
“I stayed because I was a coward. I thought if I kept you close, I could protect you from the truth.””
“You protected yourself.””
He nodded.
“Yes.””
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then Mae stepped forward.
“Where is my daughter?””
David pointed toward a staircase.
“Down there.””
We followed him into the basement.
The corridor ended at a pair of double doors. Beyond them lay a room filled with rusted hospital beds, broken monitors, and cabinets covered in dust.
Evelyn sat tied to a chair in the center.
A man stood behind her.
He was tall and thin, with silver hair and a dark suit. A gold signet ring gleamed on his right hand.
Thomas Voss.
He smiled when he saw us.
“Claire Bennett,” he said.
“You've grown into a remarkable young woman.””
I moved toward Evelyn.
Thomas raised a small pistol.
“Another step, and your sister dies.””
I stopped.
Evelyn's face was bruised, but her eyes were clear.
“Claire, don't listen to him!””
Thomas pressed the gun against her shoulder.
“Your father and I had an agreement. I kept this family intact for twenty-three years. All I ask is that you honor the terms.””
I stared at him.
“You kidnapped my sister.””
“I preserved an arrangement that your father made.””
“You stole her from her mother!””
Thomas sighed.
“People like Arthur Bennett don't build fortunes by asking permission. They make decisions. Sometimes unpleasant ones.””
Mae stepped forward.
“You told me my baby was dead.””
Thomas turned toward her.
“You were unwell. You had no memory of the birth. It was the easiest way to keep you from asking questions.””
Mae's voice shook.
“You took my children.””
“I did what I was paid to do.””
Richard lunged.
Thomas fired a shot into the ceiling.
Dust rained down.
Everyone froze.
“Another interruption,” Thomas said calmly, “and I will stop being patient.””
He held out his free hand.
“The folder.””
I looked at David.
He nodded toward my coat.
I'd brought the documents from the mansion after all, including the folder marked E.M.
I removed it slowly.
Thomas's eyes gleamed.
“Excellent.””
I held the folder against my chest.
“First, tell me which twin I am.””
Thomas smiled.
“Does it matter?””
“Yes.””
“Your father raised you. He gave you his name, his fortune, his home. You became everything he wanted you to be.””
“That's not an answer.””
He stepped closer.
“You were the child he chose.””
My heart pounded.
“The child he chose for what?””
“To inherit.””
I opened the folder.
Inside lay the original birth register, a handwritten letter, and a medical report bearing the signature of the attending physician.
I scanned the pages.
Then I saw the notation beside the first infant's name.
*Twin A: Female. Delivered at 8:14 p.m.*
Beside the second:
*Twin B: Female. Delivered at 8:21 p.m.*
I stared at the times.
The babies had been born seven minutes apart.
Both were girls.
No son.
No dead infant.
No reason for the elaborate lie about a male heir.
Thomas watched me read.
“You see?”” he said.
“The details are unimportant. Your father wanted one child to inherit. The other had to disappear.””
I turned another page.
A handwritten note had been added to the medical report.
Twin A displays a crescent-shaped birthmark behind the left ear. Twin B displays a similar mark on the right wrist.
I touched the skin behind my left ear.
Then I looked at Evelyn.
She held out her right wrist.
A faint crescent-shaped mark curved beneath the edge of her sleeve.
We stared at each other.
The marks weren't identical.
They were complementary.
Two halves of the same crescent.
Thomas's smile faded.
I turned to the last page.
It was a statement signed by my mother three days before her death.
*I have reviewed the original records. The child raised as Claire Bennett is Twin A, born at 8:14 p.m. The child named Evelyn Morgan is Twin B, born at 8:21 p.m.
Arthur's instructions were to conceal Twin B's existence and transfer her to St. Agnes.*
My knees nearly buckled.
Evelyn had been the second twin.
I had been the first.
My father hadn't simply taken one child away.
He had decided which of us deserved a family.
I looked at Thomas.
“You don't get this folder.””
He raised the gun.
“I'm afraid I do.””
David moved between us.
“Take me instead.””
Thomas laughed.
“You've always been sentimental, Michael.””
He pointed the gun at David's chest.
“Your father was the same way. That's why he died poor and alone.””
David's face went white.
Thomas pulled the trigger.
The gun clicked.
Nothing happened.
For one stunned second, nobody moved.
Then Richard struck Thomas's arm, knocking the weapon across the floor.
David tackled him.
Evelyn screamed.
I rushed to untie my sister while Mae grabbed the gun and kicked it beneath a cabinet.
Thomas fought like a man who knew prison would end everything he'd spent his life protecting.
He struck David across the face and reached for the folder.
I snatched it away.
“Claire!”” David shouted.
Thomas lunged toward me.
A loud crash came from the corridor.
Then a voice rang out.
“Police! Nobody move!””
Thomas froze.
Richard stood at the doorway, holding up his phone.
“I called them before we entered,” he announced.
“And I sent copies of every document to the district attorney.””
Thomas stared at him in disbelief.
“You stupid fool.””
Richard smiled coldly.
“No, Thomas. Just a man who finally got tired of protecting his family.””
Officers rushed into the room and forced Thomas to the floor.
For the first time in twenty-three years, the man who had controlled our lives was powerless.
I threw my arms around Evelyn.
She clung to me, shaking.
Mae wrapped both of us in her arms.
Three women, reunited by a truth that should never have been hidden.
I thought it was over.
Then an officer approached me with a sealed envelope recovered from Thomas's briefcase.
“Mrs. Bennett,” he said, “we found this among his personal effects. It appears to be addressed to you.””
I opened it.
Inside was a single page written in my father's handwriting.
Claire, if Thomas has been arrested, then you have discovered the truth about the twins.
Beneath that sentence was another.
But there is one final lie you must uncover before you decide whom to trust.
My blood ran cold.
Because at the bottom of the page, my father had written a name.
*Eleanor Bennett.*
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And beside it were the words:
Your mother did not die of natural causes.
