LOGIN"I had to rush in immediately when I got your call. Where's my mother? What happened to her?”
Jenny questioned the cop after arriving at the station. "Calm down, Miss Jenny. You're getting yourself worked up,” One of the cops said, attempting to console her. "Don't you dare tell me to be calm? You had my mom locked up and expected me to stay calm? Where's my mother? I wanna see her immediately.” She gripped his shirt and screamed so loud other cops were alerted. "She had a seizure. But she's fine now. Our medical team quickly administered first aid treatment. You never mentioned your mom was asthmatic. What if she had died?” The cop asked. “Wait a minute! My mom is asthmatic. Where's she? Take me to her immediately,” she was surprised to discover about her mother's condition. All these years they lived together, her mother never mentioned anything as such. The news about her mother being asthmatic came as a shock to her. "Don't tell me you weren't aware of her condition! This is shocking. But why would she hide that from you? Let me take you to her immediately,” the cop led the way to where her mother was. A designated, small, and isolated room meant for prisoners with rare conditions. There she saw her mother lying on the bed, looking so pale and helpless. “Mother!!” she rushed to where her mother was and held her hands. “Why didn't you tell me you had asthma?” She kissed her forehead and cried. “I didn't wanna disturb you. You've done a lot for me already. I intend to get proper medical treatment. That was one of the reasons I stole the check. I was hoping we could get a better life too. We deserve better than this life we are living. It has never been the same since your Dad passed away.” Meg wept and held Jenny's hands so passionately. “I'm sorry for involving you in my shit. But please promise me one thing, that you'd get me out of here. I don't wanna go to jail! We can't afford a lawyer at this point. We can't even stand these rich people. Please, do something.” "I promise, Mom. I promise to get you out of here. I promise to get you a better life. The lifestyle you've always wanted. You'd stop working as a janitor at the bank. You are approaching your 50s. You don't deserve the hardship,” Jenny pledged as she placed her head on the bed and wept inconsolably. The cop that accompanied Jenny couldn't hold his emotions as he leaned forward to embrace her. “She needs to rest. I wish there was something I could do. It's so unfortunate to be found in a situation like this. You need to leave now. Your mom would be fine,” Walking out of the station, Jenny kept thinking about the crazy proposal Alvin offered. Marrying Fabiola is one hell of a nightmare, but losing her mother is her biggest fear. She returned to the company amidst the troubled soul. Arriving at her office, she stopped at Alvin's office entrance and muttered. “Am I making the right decision? I can't watch my mom get jailed while I do nothing. She deserves a better life. Marrying that monster for three isn't a big deal. Jenny, you can do this,” she assured herself and knocked before going inside. “How's your mom? What happened to her?” Alvin asked. "She's great. I'll marry Fabiola for three years and file for divorce afterward. But it comes with a condition,” “A condition?” he widened his eyes. “Yes, a condition. Aside from dropping all charges and repaying the loan, she also gets an additional $50k for putting her through the trauma,” she requested with confidence. “You must be insane to think I would agree to that. Are you trying to blackmail me? We had an agreement. Why are you snitching?” he became furious. "My sanity is intact. We both know you need this more than I do. Aside from my mom being prosecuted, I've got absolutely nothing to lose. So, are you in?.” “You a bad bitch. We have a deal. By tomorrow morning, I want the contract ready and signed. I don't trust you a bit. Do have a nice life,” he reluctantly agreed and dismissed her. Exiting the office, she met Josh holding a briefcase. Apparently, he just cashed out the check for $1 million. She attempted to dodge him, but he appeared too fast and stood in front of Jenny, creating an obstruction. “What do you want from me? Haven't you done enough already? Please let me go,” she begged. “Are you getting married to Fabiola? I just overheard you talking about some contract marriage with the Boss. How did they make you do this? Do you realize the consequences of this action?” “How dare you talk about consequences? Did you even think about the consequence of your action when you got my mother arrested and told Alvin? Did you? If you hadn't reported, none of these would be happening.” Jenny flared up. "Come on. You can't blame me for what's happening, would you? I already told you a thousand times that the bank manager told Carlos about it. I wasn't even aware she was your mom. You know I care about you and wouldn't do anything to hurt your feelings. Please, you have to believe me,” Josh pleaded and acted all emotional and teary. There was nothing he could do anymore. The deed has been done already. "I don't even know what to believe anymore. Even if you are telling the truth, how do you fix the brokenhearted? I'm sorry, I just have to do this. I can't allow my mom to rot in jail. I need to do something,” she tearfully said and walked away with a broken heart. Josh was pained and blamed himself for everything. He would have handled the situation with wisdom if only he knew Megan was her mother. Now he's about to live with guilt for the rest of his life. Quietly, he motioned to the office with the briefcase containing the $1 million.Detective Tan's development could wait one more morning.That was what I told myself when I put the phone face-down on the nightstand and lay in the dark for three more hours not sleeping. Harry had said the same thing when I showed him the message over breakfast. We will go first thing. But tonight you rest. He had said it in the voice he used when he was not asking.I had not rested.By eleven I gave up on the dark and the ceiling and I sat up in the guest room bed with my back against the headboard and my hands on the place where seven months had changed the entire landscape of my body.Seven months.The baby was the size of a cauliflower, according to the book. The book said that with the cheerful specificity of people who had never considered how strange it was to describe a human being as produce.A soft knock at the door at eleven thirty."Still awake?" Harry's voice, low."Yes."The door opened. He stood in the frame in the dark, a glass of water in one hand. He looked at me s
Fabiola did not answer right away.He sat very still across the table, his coffee untouched, my mother's question hanging in the kitchen air with the weight of something that had not been spoken in six years."No," he said finally.His voice was flat. Steady. He looked at my mother and did not look away. "I have never been to your house. Not that night. Not any night before yesterday.""Where were you that August?" she said."At school. Switzerland. I did not come home that summer at all. You can verify it. There are records. Tuition records, the dormitory log, a passport stamp showing I did not fly back into the country until October."My mother studied him for a long time.The kitchen held its breath.I watched her face, the careful assessment she had always made of rooms and people, the same eyes that had recognized Alvin across a sitting room and known him instantly. She was running the same calculation on Fabiola now."It could have been Harry," she said slowly. "Harry was old en
Harry told me about my grandfather over a cup of tea at the kitchen table.He sat across from me and he said it plainly, the way he said all the hard things, without softening the edges or building toward it. Robert Knowles. 1987. Floyd County. A parcel of land that had belonged to my father's father, acquired by Alvin Alejandro in the same year my father was eleven years old.I held the cup and did not say anything for a long time."Jenny.""I heard you.""I know this is...""Don't." I set the cup down. "Don't tell me what this is. Give me a minute."I thought about my father at eleven years old.I thought about a family that had already lost something they did not understand losing. A parcel of land in Floyd County, whatever it meant to them, whatever they had planned to do with it, gone the same year Alvin Alejandro had been building the foundation of his empire. My grandfather, Robert Knowles, whose name I had heard twice in my life and whose face I knew only from a photograph tha
Josh sent the first file at two forty-seven in the morning.Fabiola was at the kitchen table in the Decatur house with a coffee he had stopped tasting an hour ago and a laptop that had been running since midnight. The file arrived in a compressed folder, eighteen months of northern expansion correspondence, and when he opened it the first document on the list was an internal memo dated four years ago from his father's office to the head of environmental compliance.The memo read: Approval required by end of quarter regardless of outstanding review status. Use discretionary fund protocol Delta.He sat with that sentence for a long time.Discretionary fund protocol Delta.He typed it into the search bar.Forty-three documents came back.He called Josh at three fifteen."Protocol Delta," he said."I know." Josh's voice was flat and awake, the voice of a man who had already seen where this road went. "I found it in the financial archive an hour ago. It runs through the charitable foundati
The blog post went up at eleven forty-seven on a Tuesday morning.I know because Tasha sent me a screenshot at eleven forty-nine with no message attached, just the image, which was her way of telling me something needed to be seen without having to say that she had been watching for it.The blog was called Atlanta After Dark. The writer was a woman named Celestine Park who had been covering Atlanta society for nine years and had a gift for the suggestive sentence, the kind that implied more than it stated and left the reader to construct the accusation themselves.The headline read: Trouble in Paradise? Whispers Around the Alejandro Heir's Marriage.The piece was three hundred words.It did not name Harry. It did not name me specifically beyond the new Mrs. Alejandro, formerly a company secretary. It said that sources close to the family had noted unusual tension at a recent private gathering. It said that Royal Gold Mine's stock had opened that morning at a slight dip, which it attri
The detective's name was Claire Tan and she had the kind of stillness that came from listening to people in bad situations for a very long time.She sat across from my mother at a folding table in a conference room at the Zone 3 precinct, a yellow legal pad open in front of her, a pen she had not yet picked up. She looked at my mother the way people looked at my mother when they were trying to figure out how seriously to take her.My mother looked back at her without blinking."Start from the beginning," Detective Tan said.My mother put her hands flat on the table."A man was waiting outside my home this morning at approximately six twenty-five AM. He was standing near the laundry across the street. When my neighbor Dorothy Haines came out of her building, he grabbed her arm. Dorothy screamed. He ran.""He grabbed your neighbor. Not you.""He was waiting for me. Dorothy was wearing a coat similar to mine. In the morning light the mistake was easy to make."Detective Tan picked up he
I got into the passenger seat because I did not have the strength to argue. Fabiola slid behind the wheel of my own car as if it had always belonged to him, and the way he adjusted the mirror without asking told me everything I needed to know about the next three years of my life. He pulled out of
The yellow tulips were still trembling in Josh's hands when I felt the world split into two halves. On one side stood Josh, freshly shaved, full of the kind of hope that takes a man two years to gather. On the other side stood Fabiola, hands in his pockets, smiling that small cold smile that was n
"Hey, watch your steps. Have you suddenly gone blind?” Fabiola yelled at Jenny for hitting him accidentally after she dashed out of Alvin's office angrily. "Speak of the ruthless devil. Bullshit,” Jenny hissed angrily and motioned for her duty post before Fabiola could counter her words. "What
“Mom, what's happening? Why is no one talking to me?” At that moment, she was gradually losing it. Josh wasn't ready to disclose either. The situation was way beyond him. He remained mute, planning how to select his words carefully so as not to get Jenny more upset."It's fine. I'll do the talkin







