“Your wife changed her will.”
The room froze.
Claire stepped back.
“That’s impossible—”
Too late.
“Impossible how?” Ms. Parker asked.
Ethan held my hand tightly.
“That document doesn’t count,” Ryan said quickly. “She wasn’t thinking clearly.”
“She was perfectly lucid,” Ms. Parker replied. “Everything is now in a trust for Ethan. And neither of you is allowed near him if anything happens to her.”
That’s when I understood.
They didn’t just want the money.
They wanted my son.
To control him.
To disappear him.
Claire’s voice turned sharp.
“This is getting out of control.”
She stepped closer again.
“Maybe we should’ve made sure she never woke up.”
Something cold entered the room.
Metal.
“Enough,” she said.
“Put it down,” Ms. Parker warned.
Then Ethan spoke.
“Aunt Claire… you said that before.”
Silence shattered.
“What?” Ryan demanded.
“I heard you,” Ethan said. “You said Mom wouldn’t sign. And Aunt Claire said one curve would fix everything.”
Claire cursed.
