Chapter 4 - Emily's Locked BoxDaniel didn't believe her.
At least that was what he told himself.
Margaret had been caught abusing Sophie.
Now she was reaching for the one name capable of shaking him.
Emily.
His wife had died three years earlier after a sudden brain aneurysm.
Thirty-five years old.
Healthy.
Alive one morning.
Gone two days later.
There had been no goodbye.
Only an ordinary breakfast Daniel had replayed thousands of times because he'd had no idea it would be their last.
Sophie had been six.
Margaret had become indispensable afterward.
Which made everything Daniel had learned tonight feel even uglier.
“What did Emily hide?”
Margaret looked toward his phone.
“You're calling the police?”
“Yes.”
“Then I'm not saying another word.”
Daniel laughed once.
“You think you can bargain?”
“I think you should understand the situation before you destroy this family.”
“You attacked a child.”
“I disciplined a child who stole something dangerous.”
Daniel pointed toward Sophie.
“She has bruises on her wrist.”
Margaret's expression didn't move.
“Children bruise.”
Daniel felt something in him snap.
“Get out.”
“Daniel.”
“Now.”
The doorbell rang.
Two officers.
Margaret's face changed instantly.
Her shoulders dropped.
Her eyes filled.
By the time Daniel opened the door, she looked like a frightened sixty-two-year-old mother being unfairly expelled from her son's home.
Daniel noticed the transformation.
And hated how familiar it felt.
Had she always done that?
Officer Reyes spoke to Daniel while another officer interviewed Margaret separately.
Sophie remained beside Daniel.
He showed them the emergency footage.
No one argued after that.
The slap was clear.
The hair pulling was clear.
Margaret's threat was clear.
Officer Reyes looked at Daniel.
“Has this happened previously?”
“Sophie says yes.”
Margaret called from across the room.
“That is not true.”
The second officer told her to remain quiet.
Daniel explained the bruises.
Reyes's expression hardened.
Because Sophie was a minor, child-protection procedures were triggered.
Margaret was told not to remain in the home that night.
She wasn't arrested immediately, but the footage was preserved.
Before leaving, Margaret stopped beside Daniel.
“You're making the biggest mistake of your life.”
Daniel said nothing.
“She took Emily's envelope.”
“Where is it?”
“Ask Sophie.”
Sophie cried,
“I don't have it!”
Margaret smiled faintly.
“You're just like your mother.”
Daniel stepped between them.
“Leave.”
Margaret walked out.
The door closed.
The house became silent.
Sophie began trembling.
Daniel hugged her.
“She's gone.”
“For tonight?”
“For as long as necessary.”
Sophie looked toward the window.
“She'll come back.”
“No.”
“You don't know her.”
That sentence hurt.
His nine-year-old daughter knew his mother better than he did.
After police left, Daniel made Sophie hot chocolate.
She barely drank it.
He sat across from her at the kitchen island.
“What envelope?”
“I don't know.”
“Grandma thinks you took something.”
“She kept asking about Mom's box.”
Daniel frowned.
“What box?”
“You don't know?”
Sophie looked surprised.
She slid off the stool.
“Come.”
She led him upstairs to her bedroom.
From beneath the bed she pulled out a small wooden box.
Daniel recognized it.
Emily's.
He had forgotten it existed.
Emily used to keep jewelry and handwritten notes inside.
After her death, Daniel had packed most of her belongings because looking at them hurt too much.
“How did you get this?”
“It was in the attic.”
“When?”
“Grandma gave it to me last month.”
That made no sense.
Margaret rarely encouraged Sophie to revisit Emily's possessions.
“What did she say?”
“She said Mom left something important inside.”
Daniel sat on the bed.
“Did you open it?”
“It was locked.”
He examined the tiny brass lock.
“No key?”
Sophie shook her head.
“Grandma kept asking if I found one.”
Daniel's pulse accelerated.
“She gave you the box but wanted you to find the key?”
“I think she wanted me to open it.”
“Why not open it herself?”
“I don't know.”
Daniel looked closer.
There were scratches around the lock.
Someone had tried.
Repeatedly.
Sophie suddenly pointed.
“Dad.”
On the bottom of the box was a thin piece of tape.
Daniel peeled it away.
A tiny folded note was hidden underneath.
His hands began shaking before he even opened it.
Emily's handwriting.
He would recognize it anywhere.
Daniel,
If Margaret ever starts asking about this box, do not trust what she tells you.
Daniel stopped breathing.
Sophie whispered,
“What does it say?”
He continued.
There is no jewelry inside.
There is evidence.
And if she is looking for it, then what I feared was true.
May you like
Daniel stared at the note.
Three years after Emily's death, his wife had just warned him about his own mother.
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