Silence.
Ms. Parker.
My lawyer.
The only person who knew I had changed my will two weeks ago.
Ryan locked the door.
“What lawyer?”
Claire stiffened. “That kid knows too much.”
And then—
it happened.
One finger.
It moved.
Ethan saw it—but said nothing.
He leaned close and whispered,
“Mom, don’t move. I already called for help.”
“What did you say?” Ryan snapped.
“I said I love her.”
Claire reached into her purse.
“The notary is downstairs.”
Ryan grabbed my hand tightly.
“You’re signing those papers, Emily. One way or another.”
But I wasn’t dying anymore.
I was waiting.
Five minutes later, there was a knock.
“That must be the notary,” Claire said.
The door opened.
But the voice that followed wasn’t a notary’s.
“Good evening, Ryan. Before you touch her again, explain why her brakes were cut.”
Everything stopped.
And I realized—
this was only the beginning.
The silence pressed down so heavily even the heart monitor sounded louder.
Ryan slowly released my hand—not out of fear, but calculation.
“Who let you in?” he asked.
“The same staff who already spoke to the police,” Ms. Parker replied calmly.
