Chapter 7: The Woman Who Came Back for the Music Box
“Get me back to the hospital!””
Detective Harris barely had time to react before I was already running toward her vehicle.
Lily was being escorted by a female officer. I turned and grabbed her little shoulders.
“Sweetheart, you're staying with Officer Miller. She's going to keep you safe.””
“But Daddy, what about Uncle Michael?””
“I'm going to get him.””
Lily's eyes filled with tears.
“Mommy went to hurt him, didn't she?””
I couldn't answer.
I kissed her forehead.
“Whatever happens, remember that none of this is your fault.””
Then I climbed into the passenger seat.
Detective Harris activated the siren.
The hospital was twelve minutes away.
It felt like twelve hours.
I kept replaying the phone call.
Vanessa had entered Michael's room.
Michael had screamed about the music box.
And my father had written that my brother knew who killed our mother.
I looked down at the wooden box resting in my lap.
It was small, dark brown, and decorated with delicate carvings of flowers. One corner had been scratched, probably when Lily had carried it around as a little girl.
I'd never thought much about it.
My father had given it to her on her fourth birthday.
He had told her it was special.
Now I wondered whether the music box had ever been intended as a toy.
“Detective,” I said, “what if Vanessa is trying to destroy something inside it?””
Harris glanced at me.
“Then we need to find out what that something is.””
I carefully opened the lid.
The familiar melody began playing.
A soft, old-fashioned tune.
But something was different.
The music sounded uneven.
One note was missing.
I turned the box over.
There was a tiny metal screw beneath the base.
I ran my finger across it.
The bottom panel moved slightly.
“Stop the car.””
Harris glanced at me.
“What?””
“Stop!””
She pulled over beside the hospital entrance.
I turned the box upside down and examined the base.
There was a small concealed compartment.
I pressed the wooden panel.
It clicked open.
Inside was a tiny memory card wrapped in plastic.
I stared at it.
“What is that?”” Harris asked.
“I think we found what my father was protecting.””
She took out her phone.
“Don't touch it. We'll have our digital forensics team examine it.””
I nodded.
Then I noticed something else.
A small folded photograph was tucked beneath the card.
It showed my father standing beside a woman outside a hospital.
The woman was younger.
Her face was partially turned away.
But I recognized her.
Vanessa.
The date printed on the back was twenty-eight years earlier.
I stared at the photograph.
If Vanessa was my father's daughter, she had known the truth long before she married me.
But why had she waited?
Why had she entered our family?
And what had happened between her and my mother?
We reached the hospital.
Two officers were standing outside Michael's room.
One immediately approached us.
“Detective, the suspect escaped through the east stairwell.””
“Which suspect?””
“Female. Dark hair. We believe it was Vanessa Carter.””
I pushed past him.
“Where's my brother?””
Inside the room, Michael was sitting upright, breathing heavily.
His hospital gown was twisted around his waist.
There was blood on his right hand.
I rushed toward him.
“Michael!””
He grabbed my arm.
“Did she take it?””
I shook my head.
“No. I have the box.””
His face changed.
“Thank God.””
I placed it on the bedside table.
“What happened?””
Michael looked toward the door.
“She came in pretending she wanted to apologize.””
“What did she say?””
“She told me she wanted to end everything. She said Margaret had finally been arrested and there was no reason for us to keep fighting.””
I clenched my jaw.
“Then?””
“She asked where the music box was.””
I nodded.
“She knows about the compartment.””
Michael closed his eyes.
“She knows about everything.””
I sat beside him.
“Michael, I read Dad's letter.””
He looked at me.
“Which letter?””
“The one from the cemetery. He said you knew who killed Mom.””
Michael's face went pale.
For several seconds, he didn't speak.
Then he whispered, “I didn't want you to find out like this.””
“Michael, did someone kill our mother?””
He looked at the ceiling.
“Yes.””
My throat tightened.
“Who?””
He turned toward me.
“Vanessa.””
I stared at him.
“No.””
“I saw her.””
“When?””
“Three years ago. After Mom died.””
I shook my head.
“Mom died before that.””
Michael nodded.
“That's what everyone believed.””
I felt my stomach turn.
“What are you saying?””
He gripped the bedsheet.
“Your mother didn't die in her sleep. She was poisoned.””
I couldn't breathe.
Michael continued.
“After I disappeared, I managed to escape the basement at the old house once. I got outside and ran to the road. I thought I could reach the police.””
“What happened?””
“Margaret found me before I got far. She brought me back.””
I closed my eyes.
“Then?””
“Your mother came to see me. She had discovered the truth about Vanessa.””
“What truth?””
“That Vanessa was your father's biological daughter.””
I looked at the photograph.
Michael continued.
“Mom knew. She had known for years. She also knew Vanessa had been using the family inheritance documents to manipulate Margaret.””
I stared at him.
“Why didn't she tell me?””
“Because she wanted to protect you. She said you loved Vanessa and wouldn't believe her.””
My chest tightened.
“What happened to Mom?””
Michael swallowed.
“She told Vanessa she was going to expose everything. Two days later, she was dead.””
I stood.
“Why didn't you tell the police?””
“I tried.””
Michael's voice broke.
“Margaret said she had evidence that I had assaulted Mom during an argument. She threatened to give the police fabricated photographs and statements. She said if I ever spoke, she'd make sure you went to prison too.””
I looked at him.
“You believed her?””
“I was twenty-four, Danny. I was alone. Nobody knew where I was. Nobody would have believed me.””
I sat down again.
My brother was crying.
“I thought you would come looking for me.””
I took his hand.
“I did.””
“Not at first.””
His words cut deep.
I lowered my head.
“No. Not at first.””
He wiped his eyes.
“I waited every day.””
I couldn't speak.
Then the detective entered.
“We've identified the memory card.””
I stood immediately.
“What does it contain?””
“Your father recorded several videos before his death. One of them is dated six weeks before your mother's passing.””
She placed a laptop on the table.
A video appeared.
My father sat in his study.
He looked tired.
Older than I remembered.
His hands were trembling.
He leaned toward the camera.
“My name is Robert Carter. If this recording is being watched, then I am no longer able to protect my family.””
He paused.
Then he said something that made my heart stop.
“Vanessa is my daughter. But she is also the reason my wife is dying.””
The screen went black.
Detective Harris looked at me.
“There's more footage.””
I stared at the frozen screen.
“Play it.””
She hesitated.
“Mr. Carter, you may want to prepare yourself.””
“Play it.””
The next recording began.
My father appeared again.
This time, he was holding a photograph.
He looked directly into the camera.
“I made a terrible mistake when I allowed Vanessa back into our lives. I thought she wanted to know her father. I thought she wanted a family.””
He lowered the photograph.
“I was wrong.””
Then he leaned closer.
“She didn't come back for love.””
He took a breath.
“She came back because she believes she is entitled to everything I own.””
The recording ended.
I looked at Michael.
He was staring at the screen.
Then he whispered:
“Danny, there's one more thing Dad never told you.””
“What?””
Michael swallowed.
“Vanessa didn't just want the inheritance.””
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He looked toward the hospital door.
“She wanted your life.””
