“I’m asking about our agreement.”
“Natalie, you’re family. I’d never leave you with nothing. Just trust me.”
Then he ended the call.
For years, Ethan had been the person I called whenever something went wrong.
But this time, he was the problem.
I need to ask about the mortgage.
***
I barely slept that night.
Ethan’s reaction, Diane’s question, those whispers at the clinic…
None of it made sense.
Or perhaps I didn’t want it to.
He was the problem.
Ethan was practically my brother. I’d trusted him with my parents’ last gift.
Now something felt terribly wrong.
By morning, my shock had turned into anger.
Whatever Ethan and Claire were hiding, I wasn’t going to make it easy for them.
I had an idea. A risky one.
None of it made sense.
For the next few days, I acted as though nothing had changed.
When Claire visited, I still asked about the nursery.