Daniel was waiting when I arrived at his apartment.<\/p>\n
He didn't ask whether I had changed my mind.<\/p>\n
One look at my face told him I hadn't.<\/p>\n
I placed the envelope from the bank on his desk and sat down. My hands were still cold from gripping it all the way there.<\/p>\n
"My father says my grandmother knew Evan was taking money from me."<\/p>\n
Daniel's expression changed.<\/p>\n
"How much?"<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
"Did your parents say where the money went?"<\/p>\n
"They said my grandmother helped him."<\/p>\n
Daniel was silent for a moment.<\/p>\n
Then he opened the drawer beneath his desk.<\/p>\n
"I have something else."<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"Of course you do."<\/p>\n
He gave me a tired look.<\/p>\n
"I know how that sounds."<\/p>\n
"It sounds like everyone has been collecting pieces of my life while I was the only person who didn't know the whole story."<\/p>\n
He accepted that without defending himself.<\/p>\n
Then he placed a small digital recorder on the desk.<\/p>\n
"I interviewed someone two weeks ago."<\/p>\n
"Who?"<\/p>\n
"Evan's former accountant."<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
"You found him?"<\/p>\n
"Your father gave me the name."<\/p>\n
I felt anger rising again.<\/p>\n
"You knew about this too?"<\/p>\n
"I knew there were financial records. I didn't know what they proved."<\/p>\n
He pressed play.<\/p>\n
A man's voice filled the room.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Careful.<\/p>\n
"I remember the account because Mr. Bennett kept asking me how much he could move without making it obvious."<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Daniel stopped the recording.<\/p>\n
"Do you want to hear the rest?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
He continued.<\/p>\n
The accountant explained that Evan had been making small transfers from an account I believed was used only for household expenses. He had access because my mother had helped him obtain authorization.<\/p>\n
But there was more.<\/p>\n
Evan hadn't been acting alone.<\/p>\n
Someone had been advising him.<\/p>\n
The accountant said the person who contacted him most often was my grandmother.<\/p>\n
I stared at the recorder.<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
Daniel shook his head.<\/p>\n
"We don't know yet."<\/p>\n
The recording continued.<\/p>\n
The accountant described one conversation in particular. Evan had asked whether I could be removed from certain financial accounts after our marriage.<\/p>\n
The answer had been no.<\/p>\n
Then my grandmother had apparently suggested another route.<\/p>\n
Make Claire believe she was irresponsible.<\/p>\n
Make her believe she couldn't manage money.<\/p>\n
Make her dependent.<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
"That was the plan."<\/p>\n
Daniel stopped the recording.<\/p>\n
I nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
"My mother said I was financially irresponsible."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Evan said I couldn't handle money."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"My grandmother wanted me dependent."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
I leaned back.<\/p>\n
"All three of them."<\/p>\n
Daniel didn't correct me.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed another folder beside the recorder.<\/p>\n
"What's that?"<\/p>\n
Daniel hesitated.<\/p>\n
"Your first marriage settlement."<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
The document was dated two months after my divorce.<\/p>\n
I remembered signing it.<\/p>\n
I had been exhausted.<\/p>\n
I had wanted everything finished.<\/p>\n
I hadn't fought for anything.<\/p>\n
Not the apartment.<\/p>\n
Not the savings.<\/p>\n
Not the investments.<\/p>\n
I had simply wanted Evan gone.<\/p>\n
Daniel pointed to a paragraph.<\/p>\n
"Read that."<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
A clause stated that I had voluntarily waived any claim to several financial assets because I had allegedly contributed nothing toward their acquisition.<\/p>\n
My face went numb.<\/p>\n
"That's not true."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"I worked."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"I paid half the rent."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"How do you know?"<\/p>\n
"Bank records."<\/p>\n
He turned the laptop toward me.<\/p>\n
There were months of transactions.<\/p>\n
My salary.<\/p>\n
Rent payments.<\/p>\n
Utilities.<\/p>\n
Medical school loans.<\/p>\n
Groceries.<\/p>\n
Everything.<\/p>\n
I had been contributing.<\/p>\n
But the settlement claimed otherwise.<\/p>\n
"Why did my lawyer let me sign this?"<\/p>\n
Daniel's expression darkened.<\/p>\n
"Your lawyer was recommended by your mother."<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
I thought about the night I signed.<\/p>\n
My mother had brought me tea.<\/p>\n
She had told me I should stop fighting.<\/p>\n
She had said Evan was already furious.<\/p>\n
She had said I would only make things worse.<\/p>\n
I had trusted her.<\/p>\n
I had signed.<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
"How much did I lose?"<\/p>\n
He gave me the figure.<\/p>\n
It was enough to make my chest hurt.<\/p>\n
I laughed softly.<\/p>\n
"She convinced me to walk away from my own money."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"And then told everyone I failed because I couldn't manage my finances."<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
I pushed the papers away.<\/p>\n
"Why would my grandmother care?"<\/p>\n
"That's the question."<\/p>\n
I looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
The rain had begun again.<\/p>\n
"Maybe she didn't want me to become a doctor."<\/p>\n
Daniel waited.<\/p>\n
"My mother said my grandmother was afraid I'd leave the family."<\/p>\n
"That's part of it."<\/p>\n
"What is the rest?"<\/p>\n
He opened another folder.<\/p>\n
"There was a medical research program."<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
"At your university."<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"Your grandmother's company had invested in it."<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
"I don't remember."<\/p>\n
"You wouldn't."<\/p>\n
He placed a photocopy in front of me.<\/p>\n
It was a list of donors.<\/p>\n
My grandmother's company was near the top.<\/p>\n
"What did they invest in?"<\/p>\n
"A pharmaceutical project."<\/p>\n
I read the name.<\/p>\n
It meant nothing to me.<\/p>\n
Daniel continued.<\/p>\n
"You were working on a related research project during medical school."<\/p>\n
I looked up sharply.<\/p>\n
"I don't remember that."<\/p>\n
"You were a student assistant."<\/p>\n
My memory flickered.<\/p>\n
A laboratory.<\/p>\n
Late nights.<\/p>\n
A professor named Dr. Harris.<\/p>\n
A research team.<\/p>\n
A project involving drug resistance.<\/p>\n
Then another memory surfaced.<\/p>\n
My mother had visited campus.<\/p>\n
She had been angry.<\/p>\n
She had told me I was wasting time.<\/p>\n
At the time, I thought she meant I was spending too much time in the lab.<\/p>\n
Now I wasn't sure.<\/p>\n
"Why would my grandmother care about my research?"<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n
"Because your project was getting close to something the company didn't want examined."<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"I don't have the complete evidence."<\/p>\n
"Then what do you have?"<\/p>\n
He slid another document toward me.<\/p>\n
It was an email.<\/p>\n
The sender was my grandmother.<\/p>\n
The recipient was my mother.<\/p>\n
The date was three weeks before I left medical school.<\/p>\n
The message was short.<\/p>\n
Make sure Claire stops asking questions about the trial.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Then a third time.<\/p>\n
My hands began shaking.<\/p>\n
"What trial?"<\/p>\n
Daniel's face was grim.<\/p>\n
"That's what we're going to find out."<\/p>\n
I looked at the date.<\/p>\n
Three weeks before I left.<\/p>\n
Three weeks before my tuition money disappeared.<\/p>\n
Three weeks before my mother convinced me I wasn't capable of becoming a doctor.<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
"This wasn't about protecting the family."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"It was about stopping me."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
"Then I need to find Dr. Harris."<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
"I already tried."<\/p>\n
"And?"<\/p>\n
"He moved overseas."<\/p>\n
"Where?"<\/p>\n
Daniel handed me a note.<\/p>\n
"Boston."<\/p>\n
I looked at the address.<\/p>\n
Then I saw the final line.<\/p>\n
"He agreed to meet you."<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
Daniel's eyes met mine.<\/p>\n
"Because he said he has something that belongs to you."<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"A copy of your original research."<\/p>\n
The room seemed suddenly smaller.<\/p>\n
I picked up the note.<\/p>\n
For years, I had believed my life changed because I wasn't good enough.<\/p>\n
Now I was beginning to wonder whether someone had changed it because I was getting too close to something they couldn't afford for me to discover.<\/p>\n
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