Chapter 3
I followed the ambulance all the way to the hospital.
My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
Every traffic light felt unbearable.
Every minute stretched into an eternity.
Twelve years.
I kept repeating those words.
Twelve years without my sister.
Twelve birthdays.
Twelve Christmases.
Twelve years of wondering whether she'd suffered.
Whether she'd called for me.
Whether there had been something I could have done.
Nia sat beside me.
She hadn't said much since we left the house.
Her face was pale.
Her mother's words had shattered something inside her.
I reached across the console.
“Nia.”
She turned.
Her eyes were full of tears.
“I'm so sorry.”
I shook my head.
“You didn't know.”
“But she's my mother.”
“I know.”
Nia looked away.
“I trusted her with Caleb.”
My chest tightened.
“So did I.”
She began crying.
“What kind of person locks someone in a cellar?”
I didn't have an answer.
Especially not when that person had spent years sitting at our dinner table.
When she'd held our newborn son.
When she'd hugged me after my sister's memorial.
That memory made my stomach turn.
I remembered Evelyn standing beside me at the church.
Her hand resting on my shoulder.
Her voice telling me Lena was finally at peace.
Had she known my sister was alive even then?
Had she watched me grieve while hiding the truth?
I gripped the steering wheel.
“I need answers.”
Nia nodded.
“So do I.”
At the hospital, doctors examined Lena for dehydration, exhaustion, and injuries related to her confinement.
A nurse told us her immediate condition was stable.
I finally breathed.
Then I sat in the waiting room and cried.
I didn't care who saw me.
For years, I'd imagined finding Lena.
Sometimes I dreamed she walked through our front door.
Sometimes I dreamed she called me.
Sometimes I imagined hearing her laugh again.
But I never imagined finding her beneath my son's birthday party.
Nia sat beside me.
She put her arms around my shoulders.
I leaned against her.
“I thought she was dead.”
“I know, baby.”
“I buried her.”
Nia's voice broke.
“I know.”
I looked at her.
“How am I supposed to forgive your mother?”
She went silent.
Then she whispered, “I don't know if you should.”
I stared at her.
Nia wiped her cheeks.
“I love my mother.”
She took a breath.
“But what she did was wrong.”
I squeezed her hand.
She continued.
“And I'm not going to pretend otherwise.”
For the first time since the cellar opened, I felt a little less alone.
An hour later, a doctor came into the waiting room.
“Mr. Carter?”
I stood immediately.
“How is she?”
“She needs rest and additional evaluation, but she's alert and asking for you.”
My knees weakened.
“Can I see her?”
“Yes. Briefly.”
I followed the doctor down a quiet hallway.
Lena was lying in a hospital bed.
A blanket covered her legs.
Her short curls were tangled.
Her face looked exhausted.
But when she saw me, she smiled.
“Marcus.”
I walked to her bedside.
“Hey, big sister.”
She laughed weakly.
I took her hand.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then I whispered, “Where have you been?”
Her smile disappeared.
She looked toward the door.
“Is Evelyn here?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She swallowed.
“Good.”
I pulled a chair closer.
“Lena, please tell me what happened.”
She closed her eyes.
“I found out Dad's estate wasn't being handled honestly.”
I leaned forward.
“What do you mean?”
“Howard was transferring assets that didn't belong to him.”
My stomach tightened.
“Dad's assets?”
She nodded.
“Property. Investments. Money meant for us.”
I frowned.
“But Howard said Dad had debts.”
“He lied.”
I stared at her.
Lena continued.
“I found documents showing that Dad had created a trust.”
My heart started pounding.
“What trust?”
“One meant to support both of us and eventually our children.”
I felt cold.
My father had been a successful construction contractor.
He'd owned several properties around Atlanta.
But after his death, Howard told us most of the estate had been consumed by business obligations.
Lena had questioned that explanation.
I'd trusted Howard.
Now I wondered how much we'd lost because of that trust.
“Why didn't you come to me?” I asked.
“I was going to.”
Her eyes filled.
“I called you the night before I disappeared.”
“I remember.”
“I found records linking Howard to fraudulent transfers.”
I leaned closer.
“And?”
“He found out.”
She began trembling.
I gently squeezed her hand.
“Take your time.”
Lena swallowed.
“He threatened me.”
My chest tightened.
“What did he say?”
“That if I told anyone, he'd make sure you suffered.”
I stared at her.
She continued.
“He knew everything about you. Where you worked. Where you lived. Who you were dating.”
My stomach twisted.
“Nia.”
Lena nodded.
“I was terrified.”
“Did you go to the police?”
“I tried.”
Her expression darkened.
“But Howard knew people who could interfere. At least that's what he wanted me to believe.”
I frowned.
“What happened next?”
She looked away.
“I left town.”
The answer startled me.
“You left voluntarily?”
“At first.”
I stared at her.
She continued.
“I thought if I disappeared, he'd stop threatening you.”
I felt tears burn my eyes.
“Lena…”
“I didn't know what else to do.”
I shook my head.
“You could've trusted me.”
“I know.”
Her voice broke.
“I know that now.”
I leaned forward.
“Where did you go?”
“Charlotte.”
I blinked.
“North Carolina?”
She nodded.
“I changed my name. Worked temporary jobs. Stayed away from everyone.”
My chest ached.
“You were only a few hours away.”
She began crying.
“I watched you from a distance sometimes.”
I froze.
“What?”
“I saw pictures online.”
Her lips trembled.
“I saw your wedding. Your new house. Caleb when he was born.”
I covered my mouth.
“You knew about my son?”
She nodded.
“I wanted to meet him so badly.”
Tears spilled down her cheeks.
“But I was afraid Howard would find me.”
I took a slow breath.
“Then why did you come back?”
Her expression changed.
“Because I found proof.”
I leaned closer.
“What proof?”
“Original estate documents. Bank records. A statement Dad wrote before he died.”
My heart raced.
“Where are they?”
She looked frightened again.
“I brought copies to Atlanta.”
“Where?”
“I gave them to someone I thought I could trust.”
I already knew the answer.
But I needed to hear it.
“Evelyn?”
Lena nodded.
I felt sick.
“She contacted me six months ago.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
“She said she'd discovered Howard was still moving money through companies connected to Dad's estate.”
“Why would she help you?”
Lena looked down.
“Because she used to work for him.”
I froze.
Evelyn had always told us she'd worked in legal administration before retiring.
But she'd never mentioned working directly for Howard.
Lena continued.
“She said she wanted to make things right.”
I felt anger rise.
“Then why were you in the cellar?”
Her face crumpled.
“I arrived yesterday evening.”
I leaned forward.
“She asked me to meet her at your house after you and Nia went out.”
I remembered.
We'd taken Caleb to buy his birthday cake.
Evelyn had stayed behind.
Lena began crying.
“She said the records were hidden in the cellar.”
My hands tightened.
“I followed her downstairs.”
She looked toward the window.
“Then she went back up.”
My heart stopped.
“And locked the door?”
Lena nodded.
“I screamed.”
Her voice broke.
“I begged her to let me out.”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“She told me Howard was coming.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
“She said if I stayed hidden, he'd never find me.”
I stared at her.
“But she wouldn't open the door.”
Lena began shaking.
“I heard footsteps outside during the night.”
My chest tightened.
“Whose footsteps?”
“I don't know.”
She swallowed.
“But I heard a man's voice.”
I leaned closer.
“What did he say?”
Her eyes filled with terror.
“He asked Evelyn whether the problem had been taken care of.”
I felt the room tilt.
“And what did she say?”
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Lena looked directly at me.
“She said I wouldn't be a problem anymore.”
