Daniel’s voice filled the room.
“She’s getting suspicious.”
My mother answered calmly.
“Then accelerate the timeline.”
My blood turned to ice.
Daniel spoke again. “The dosage already affects her memory.”
“Good,” my mother replied. “Once she signs the transfer, finalize the psychiatric petition.”
“And if she refuses?”
Silence.
Then my mother said the sentence that shattered whatever remained inside me.
“She’s my daughter. I know exactly how to break her.”
Connor immediately stopped the recording.
But it was too late.
I had heard enough.
Every betrayal until then came from greed.
This one came from blood.
And somehow that hurt worse.
*
At 2:13 a.m., the security alarm activated.
Movement near the back entrance.
Federal agents rushed downstairs.
I stood frozen at the top of the staircase while Connor drew his weapon.
Then came shouting.
A struggle.
Glass breaking.
And one familiar voice screaming my name.
Celeste.
Agents dragged her into the living room soaked from rain, mascara smeared down her face.
For the first time in her life, she looked genuinely terrified.
“She lied to me!” Celeste cried the second she saw me. “Mom lied to all of us!”
Connor restrained her while agents searched her bag.
Inside was cash.
Fake passports.
Plane tickets.
She had been running.
I looked at my sister coldly.
“You helped them poison me.”
Tears streamed down her face instantly.
“It wasn’t supposed to go that far.”
“There it is again,” I whispered. “Everyone’s favorite excuse.”
Celeste collapsed onto her knees.
“You don’t understand. Mom said Dad ruined everything. She said you were becoming him.”
I stared at her silently.
“She told Daniel you were unstable before you even met him,” Celeste continued hysterically. “She planned this for years.”
Connor looked sharply at her. “Where is your mother now?”
Celeste hesitated.
Then whispered:
“At the lake house.”
*
The lake house sat three hours north near Blackwater Ridge.
The same place my father died.
Of course it was.
Rain still poured when federal vehicles surrounded the property near dawn.
Lights glowed inside.
Connor stopped me before I exited the SUV.
“You stay behind us.”
“No.”
“Clara—”
“She murdered my father.”
His jaw tightened.
Then he nodded once.
Agents breached the front door.
Chaos erupted instantly.
Shouting.
Footsteps.
A gunshot.
I ran inside anyway.
The house smelled exactly the same as childhood summers.
Wood polish.
Smoke.
Rainwater.
And standing near the fireplace—
My mother.
Elegant even now.
