Chapter 8 - Blake Saw More Than He AdmittedBlake returned from the resort two days later.
He did not visit his parents.
He sent flowers.
White lilies.
Evelyn hated lilies.
They reminded her of funerals.
The card read:
Sorry things got emotional. Love you. — Blake
Evelyn stared at it for a long time.
Then placed the card facedown.
Harrison said:
“You don’t have to keep them.”
“They’re flowers.”
“That wasn’t what I meant.”
“I know.”
She kept them anyway.
Three days passed.
Blake called twice.
Evelyn didn’t answer.
That frightened him more than anger would have.
His mother always answered.
Even during meetings.
Even when he was rude.
Even when he called only because he needed something.
On the fourth day, he drove to Fox Hollow Lane.
Harrison answered the door.
“Dad.”
“Blake.”
“Can I see Mom?”
“She’s out.”
Blake looked past him.
“Where?”
“Does it matter?”
“Of course.”
“Interesting.”
Blake’s jaw tightened.
“I’m not here to fight.”
“Good.”
“I want to explain.”
“To me?”
“To both of you.”
Harrison stepped outside and closed the door.
“You can explain one thing.”
“What?”
“How long were you watching before Sloane hit your mother?”
Blake froze.
Only slightly.
Enough.
Harrison saw it.
“What are you talking about?”
“You were in the service corridor.”
Blake’s face changed.
“How do you know?”
“Answer.”
Blake looked toward the street.
“I saw them talking.”
“For thirty-seven seconds.”
Now Blake looked at him.
Harrison continued.
“You stopped. Watched. Then Charles spoke to you.”
Blake’s breathing changed.
“There were cameras.”
“Yes.”
Silence.
Harrison felt disappointment become physical.
“What did Charles tell you?”
“Nothing.”
“Blake.”
“He said Sloane was upset.”
“And?”
“That Mom had been pushing her.”
“Pushing physically?”
“No.”
“So you knew Evelyn had not touched her.”
“Yes.”
“What did Charles tell you to do?”
Blake looked down.
“He said I needed to handle it.”
“Meaning?”
“Get Mom to back off.”
Harrison stared.
“And you waited.”
“I didn’t know Sloane would hit her.”
“I believe you.”
Blake looked surprised.
Harrison continued.
“But you knew your mother was cornered in a hallway by an angry bride and decided to wait until your father-in-law told you how to respond.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Then make it fair.”
Blake’s voice rose.
“It was my wedding!”
Harrison nodded.
“Yes.”
“Every problem that day became mine.”
“No.”
“That’s how it felt.”
“So you turned your mother into the problem because she was easier to control.”
Blake stared.
Harrison’s voice remained calm.
“You knew Sloane would fight you.”
“No.”
“You knew Charles would judge you.”
“No.”
“You knew two hundred guests were waiting.”
Blake looked away.
“But you knew your mother would forgive you.”
Silence.
That was the answer.
Harrison felt something in his chest sink.
Blake whispered:
“I didn’t mean to push her.”
“That isn’t the part I’m most worried about.”
Blake looked up.
Harrison continued.
“You chose her before the push.”
Blake’s face tightened.
“Chosen what?”
“To be disposable.”
“That’s insane.”
“Is it?”
“Mom was escalating.”
“She was standing against a wall.”
“You didn’t hear everything.”
“I watched everything.”
“No audio.”
“Then tell me what she said that justified Sloane hitting her.”
Blake opened his mouth.
Nothing came.
Harrison waited.
Blake finally whispered:
“She told Sloane she was being cruel.”
Harrison stared.
“That’s it?”
“She said she didn’t recognize me anymore.”
“And?”
“She asked what Sloane had done to me.”
Harrison felt pain.
Not because Evelyn was wrong.
Because she had been desperate.
“That’s why?”
“She was insulting my wife.”
“So your wife hit her.”
Blake exhaled.
“I’m not defending the slap.”
“You are.”
“No.”
“You have spent four days explaining why it happened.”
Blake went silent.
Harrison stepped closer.
“Did you know about the trust amendment?”
Blake’s eyes changed.
Another answer.
“Yes.”
“Who drafted it?”
“Sloane’s uncle.”
“Why?”
“Because Matthew would never agree.”
Harrison’s anger sharpened.
“So you deliberately went around our attorney.”
“I’m an adult.”
“Then act like one.”
Blake flinched.
Harrison continued.
“What did you plan to do with the additional access?”
“Invest.”
“In Carlisle Development?”
Blake froze.
Harrison saw the fear.
“You knew.”
“Not everything.”
“How much?”
“Sloane said her dad needed temporary liquidity.”
“How much?”
“Two million.”
Harrison stared.
“You were going to take two million dollars from a protected family trust and put it into a distressed development company.”
“It would be a loan.”
“Secured by what?”
Blake said nothing.
“So nothing.”
“Dad—”
“No.”
Harrison’s voice dropped.
“You weren’t asking for independence.”
Blake stared.
“You were asking your mother to remove herself so you could do something every professional around you would tell you not to do.”
“I wanted control over my own money.”
“Then earn your own.”
The words landed hard.
Blake’s face reddened.
“You think everything I have came from you.”
“No.”
Harrison stepped closer.
“I think too much of what you believe you deserve did.”
Blake looked toward the house.
“Can I see Mom?”
“No.”
“Dad.”
“She’ll decide when.”
Blake’s eyes filled with anger.
“You’re keeping her from me.”
Harrison almost laughed.
“No.”
He opened the front door.
“I’m doing something you should have learned years ago.”
“What?”
“Respecting her choice.”
Blake stood on the porch.
Harrison began to close the door.
Then Blake said:
“Sloane didn’t marry me for money.”
Harrison paused.
“I didn’t say she did.”
“You think it.”
“No.”
Harrison looked at his son.
“I think she married you loving you and expecting you to solve her problems.”
Blake went quiet.
Harrison added:
“And I think you liked being needed enough that you stopped asking what solving them would cost everyone else.”
Then he closed the door.
Inside, Evelyn stood at the bottom of the staircase.
She had heard everything.
Harrison’s face softened.
“You were home.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you want to see him?”
Evelyn looked toward the closed door.
“Because I knew if I did…”
May you like
Her voice broke.
“I’d forgive him before he understood what he did.”
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