Chapter 3 - Grandma Evelyn Was Never Dead
The safe required six digits.
I tried Noah's birthday.
Nothing.
My birthday.
Nothing.
Our wedding anniversary.
Nothing.
Then I remembered something Noah had said when he was eight.
“Mom, Grandma's favorite number was seven.”
I entered 070707.
The safe opened.
Inside was a black envelope.
There was also an old photograph of Evelyn holding a baby.
The baby was Noah.
But there was something strange about the photograph.
Ellis wasn't in it.
A note was attached.
If Sabrina ever finds this, tell her the truth.
I opened the envelope.
Inside was a letter.
It was written by Evelyn.
She explained that years ago, she had discovered that Ellis was secretly moving money through companies that didn't officially exist.
At first, she believed he was hiding income from taxes.
Then she discovered something worse.
He was using wealthy clients' money to create secret investment accounts.
Some of those accounts belonged to children.
One account had been opened in Noah's name before he was born.
The balance?
Six million dollars.
I sat down.
Why would anyone put six million dollars into a child's account?
The answer was on the next page.
The money wasn't a gift.
It was evidence.
Evelyn had discovered that Ellis was involved in a financial network that used children and family trusts to hide illegal transactions.
She had tried to report him.
Before she could, Ellis threatened her.
She disappeared.
Everyone believed she had died.
But she hadn't.
At the bottom of the letter was an address.
I drove there immediately.
It was a small house outside the city.
An elderly woman opened the door.
Her hair was white.
Her face was thinner.
But I recognized her eyes.
“Evelyn?”
She stared at me.
Then she whispered,
“You finally came.”
I almost collapsed.
“You're alive.”
“Yes.”
“Why did you let me believe you were dead?”
“Because your husband was watching everyone around me.”
She pulled me inside.
Then she locked the door.
“Where is Noah?”
“With Ellis.”
Her face changed.
“What have I done?”
“You didn't do anything.”
“He told me he wanted to live with his father.”
Evelyn closed her eyes.
“Noah did exactly what I told him to do.”
“What?”
“He had to make Ellis believe he was loyal.”
I stared at her.
“Why?”
“Because Ellis discovered Noah knew about the account.”
My blood turned cold.
“How?”
“Children notice things adults ignore.”
Evelyn explained that Noah had accidentally found a hidden folder on Ellis's computer.
The folder contained records of money transfers.
Names.
Dates.
Amounts.
And one document that terrified him.
It contained plans to move the entire financial operation overseas.
Noah had copied the files.
But Ellis discovered that someone had accessed the computer.
He suspected Noah.
So Evelyn told him to pretend.
Pretend he hated me.
Pretend he wanted his father.
Pretend he believed I couldn't give him a future.
And most importantly, pretend he trusted Ellis.
“But why give me six million dollars?”
Evelyn looked directly into my eyes.
“Because that money belongs to Noah.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means your son is the legal beneficiary of the trust.”
“Can Ellis take it?”
“No.”
“Then why is he trying?”
“Because if the trust is exposed, Ellis loses everything.”
I felt sick.
“What is he planning?”
Evelyn didn't answer immediately.
Then she said:
“He's planning to disappear.”
“Where?”
“Switzerland.”
My phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
A photograph appeared.
Noah sitting at a dinner table beside Ellis.
Underneath it was one sentence.
Your son is safe for now.
Another message followed.
Stop looking.
Then:
Or he won't be.
I looked at Evelyn.
She already knew.
“They found us.”
A car door slammed outside.
Evelyn grabbed my wrist.
“Run.”
We escaped through the back door.
As we crossed the yard, headlights appeared at the front of the house.
Someone had arrived.
Someone who knew exactly where we were.
And for the first time, I realized the truth.
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The divorce had never been about custody.
It had been Ellis's way of isolating me.
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