“The notary is downstairs.”
Ryan grabbed my hand.
“You’re signing those papers, Emily. One way or another.”
But I wasn’t gone.
Not anymore.
I was waiting.
Five minutes later, someone knocked.
“That’s the notary,” Claire said.
The door opened.
But the voice wasn’t a notary.
“Before you touch her again… explain why her brakes were cut.”
Everything froze.
Ms. Parker.
Ryan slowly let go of my hand.
“Who let you in?”
“The same people who already called the police,” she said calmly.
Claire didn’t panic.
She looked annoyed.
“This is ridiculous. It was an accident.”
“Strange accident,” Ms. Parker replied. “The brakes weren’t broken. They were cut.”
Claire leaned close to me again.
“That proves nothing,” she whispered.
But her hand was shaking.
For the first time—
she was scared.
“Not everyone knew she’d take that road,” Ms. Parker continued.
“And not everyone benefits from her death.”
Ryan forced a smile.
“My wife is in a coma.”
“Your wife changed her will.”
The room went silent.
Claire stepped back.
“That’s not possible—”
“Not possible how?” Ms. Parker asked.
Ethan squeezed my hand tighter.
“That document doesn’t count,” Ryan said quickly.
“She was perfectly aware,” Ms. Parker replied.
“Everything goes to Ethan. And neither of you gets near him.”
That’s when I understood.
It wasn’t just money.
It was control.
Over my son.
Claire’s voice turned sharp.
“This is getting out of control.”
She stepped closer.
“Maybe we should’ve made sure she never woke up.”
Something metallic moved.
Cold.
“Put it down,” Ms. Parker said.
