Not politely.
She buried her face in her hands.
“All this time,” she said, “you loved her more.”
Dad stared at her.
“What?”
“You always trusted Natalie. You always defended her.”
“I loved both of you.”
“No.”
Vanessa looked up.
“You chose her.”
In that instant, everything finally made sense.
This had never been only about inheritance.
Vanessa had spent years believing she came second.
Grant had fed that insecurity.
He convinced her Dad favored me.
He convinced her she’d end up with nothing.
He convinced her she deserved to take what was “hers.”
But Detective Santos wasn’t watching Vanessa.
He was watching Margaret.
“There’s one more letter,” he said.
Margaret froze.
Dad noticed immediately.
“What letter?”
She didn’t answer.
Instead, Santos reached into his briefcase and placed another evidence bag on the table.
The handwriting belonged to Harold.
It was dated three days earlier.
The detective read aloud.
Richard, Grant knows Vanessa and Natalie are my daughters. He found Elaine’s letters. He’s been blackmailing me for months. Yesterday he demanded $500,000. I refused.
Vanessa gasped.
Santos continued.
If anything happens to me, Grant did it.
Grant had uncovered everything.
He used the family secret to extort Harold.
When Harold refused to pay, Grant poisoned him.
Then he put an even darker plan into motion.
He convinced Vanessa that Dad was dying.
Forged the power of attorney.
Planned to steal Dad’s money.
And called me claiming Dad was already dead so I wouldn’t interfere.
Vanessa had taken part in the financial fraud.
Grant had orchestrated the murder.
Six weeks later, he was charged with homicide, forgery, attempted theft, and conspiracy.
Vanessa accepted a plea agreement for financial fraud.
She received eighteen months.
Dad visited her every week.
I didn’t understand why until the day before sentencing.
We sat in my kitchen again.
Same table.
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