Ben took out his phone.
Before he could dial, mine rang.
The screen showed DAD.
Neither of us spoke.
The phone kept ringing.
Ben reached for it.
I pulled it away.
“No.”
“Don’t answer.”
“If he suspects something, ignoring him will make it worse.”
“Claire.”
I pressed the green icon.
“Dad?”
“Sweetheart.” His voice was warm and tired. “How is she?”
I looked at Ben.
“She survived.”
A pause.
Only half a second.
Still, I heard it.
“Thank God,” my father said.
“The twins are alive too.”
“Thank God,” he repeated.
This time there was no hesitation.
“Where are you?”
“At home. I couldn’t sit in that hospital. Too many memories.”
My mother had been taken to that same hospital after they recovered her body.
My father had identified her.
I gripped the phone.
“Dad, did Rosie say anything strange to you recently?”
Ben shook his head sharply.
My father remained quiet.
“Strange in what way?”
“About Mom.”
The silence lengthened.
Then he sighed.
“Claire, your sister has been under enormous stress. Pregnancy can make anyone emotional, and Rosie sometimes becomes fixed on ideas she doesn’t fully understand.”
A familiar anger rose in me.
Rosie understood far more than people gave her credit for. She always had.
“What idea?”
“I don’t know. You’re the one asking.”
His answer was too smooth.
I looked at the letter.
“Did she accuse you of something?”
“Has Ben been talking to you?”
Ben’s eyes narrowed.
“Why would Ben talk to me?”
“Because he’s been filling Rosie’s head with nonsense for months.”
My heart began pounding.
“What kind of nonsense?”
“Old financial records. Your mother’s diaries. Things that should have stayed buried.”
Things that should have stayed buried.
He realized the mistake too late.
“Dad,” I whispered, “what did you do?”
His breathing changed.
When he spoke again, the warmth had vanished.
“Where is Ben?”
“Taking me to see the babies.”
“Put him on the phone.”
“No.”
“Claire.”
It was the voice he had used when I was a teenager, the one that made obedience feel like safety.
But I was no longer sixteen.
“What did you do to Mom?”
Ben stepped closer.
My father exhaled.
“You’re upset. I’m coming to the hospital.”
“No.”
“You should not be alone with him.”
“Why?”
“Because Ben did not marry your sister for love.”
The words landed exactly where he intended.
I looked at Ben.
He heard them through the phone.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“He married Rosie to gain control of her shares in Hale Medical.”
Ben mouthed, Hang up.
My father continued quickly.
“Your mother created a trust. Rosie’s marriage transferred voting authority to her spouse if she was ever medically incapacitated. Ben found out.”
“That isn’t true.”
