Emma’s tone sharpened.
“Were there any red flags raised?”
Mr. Lewis shifted slightly in his chair.
“There were internal notes about unusually high-volume transfers. However, the documentation provided by Mr. Thompson indicated these were structured family investments.”
Family investments.
I felt dizzy again.
Emma spoke clearly.
“We would like to file a formal review of all transactions immediately.”
Mr. Lewis nodded.
“That will initiate an investigation. It may temporarily freeze the business account connected to these transfers.”
Emma glanced at me.
“That means Daniel’s company will be frozen.”
“Correct.”
My hands trembled in my lap. I could hear Daniel’s voice in my head.
If this falls apart, everything collapses.
Emma turned to me.
“Mom, do you want to proceed?”
That was the moment.
I could protect my son.
Or I could protect myself.
I remembered the dark kitchen.
The empty fridge.
The heater turned off.
The envelope with fifty dollars in it.
The text message on my phone.
I lifted my chin.
“Yes,” I said. “I want the review.”
Mr. Lewis began printing forms.
As he handed them across the desk, my phone buzzed again.
Another unknown number.
You should have stayed home.
The color drained out of me.
Emma took the phone from my hand and read the message. Her eyes flashed.
“Mom, this is intimidation.”
Mr. Lewis looked concerned.
“Are you being threatened, Mrs. Thompson?”
I did not want to say yes.
Saying it aloud made it real.
Emma answered for me.
“Yes. And we would like that documented too.”
Mr. Lewis nodded.
“We’ll add it to the report.”
I signed the forms slowly. My signature looked shaky on the page, but it was mine. Afterward Emma helped me stand. As we walked out of the bank, I felt strangely light and terrified at the same time.
Outside, she opened the passenger door for me.
“Mom,” she said softly, “I’m proud of you.”
Proud.
No one had said that to me in so long that the word seemed to open something aching and tender in my chest.
We had barely started driving when Emma’s phone rang.
Daniel.
She answered without putting him on speaker, but he was shouting loudly enough for me to hear every word.
“What did you do?”
Emma kept her voice measured.
“We requested a review.”
“You froze the account!” he yelled. “Payroll was due today. Do you understand what you just did?”
“Daniel,” Emma said, “you transferred nearly two hundred forty thousand dollars from Mom’s pension.”
“It was an investment!”
“Without explaining the risk clearly.”
There was silence.
Then Daniel said, in a voice that turned my blood cold, “You think you’re protecting her, but you just destroyed everything. There’s more at stake than you know.”
Emma’s voice shifted.
“What does that mean?”
But the call ended.
She looked over at me.
“Mom, I don’t think this is just about business failure.”
I stared ahead through the windshield.
What else could it be?
The answer came sooner than I wanted.
