“Maybe.”
“He will.”
Ruiz studied me for a moment.
“Then let him decide what he wants to put in writing.”
After she left, Liam stayed.
He turned off the overhead light and sat by the window.
“You don’t have to babysit me,” I said.
“Good. I wasn’t planning to.”
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying this excellent chair.”
I looked at the narrow hospital recliner.
“You’re six foot two.”
“I like a challenge.”
“You have work tomorrow.”
“I am the chief.”
“That doesn’t mean you can disappear.”
“It means I have an administrative structure filled with highly capable people who frequently remind me that the department will not collapse if I go home.”
“Will it?”
“Probably.”
I smiled.
Then winced.
“Don’t make me laugh.”
“I’ll try to become less charming.”
“You’ve had forty-three years to practice.”
“Sleep, Maya.”
For a while, I listened to the soft hum of the room.
The occasional footsteps outside.
Liam shifting in the chair.
My thoughts kept circling the fake portal.
Who knew?
Claire.
Possibly Ethan.
Someone inside Halden.
Someone inside Apex.
My audit had looked backward at four years of payments.
But the deception around me was current.
Active.
Careful.
I slept in fragments.
At 2:14 a.m., I woke from a dream about my father’s office.
He was sitting behind his old walnut desk, sorting papers into piles.
I kept asking what he was looking for.
He wouldn’t answer.
At 3:02, a nurse checked my blood pressure.
At 4:36, I heard Liam snoring softly and nearly cried from the ordinary comfort of it.
At 6:11, my borrowed hospital phone rang.
I froze.
Liam woke immediately.
Neither of us moved.
The phone rang again.
A nurse had left it on the table after arranging it for me.
Only a few people knew the number.
I looked at Liam.
He reached for it.
“Wait.”
The screen showed Unknown Caller.
My pulse jumped.
Ruiz’s words returned.
You are not obligated to respond.
I let it ring.
The call ended.
A few seconds later, a voicemail notification appeared.
Liam and I stared at it.
“Could be the hospital,” he said.
“From an unknown number?”
“Could be.”
“That’s not what you think.”
“No.”
I picked up the phone.
My finger hovered above the voicemail icon.
Liam moved his chair closer.
I pressed play.
For three seconds, there was only background noise.
Then a woman’s voice.
Tired.
Breathing quickly.
“Maya, it’s Claire.”
I stopped breathing.
Liam sat forward.
The message continued.
“I don’t know what Halden has told you, but you need to hear this from me. I didn’t resign.”
A pause.
“I was removed from your audit.”
My hand tightened around the phone.
Claire’s voice became quieter.
“Three weeks ago, I found a document in the Apex records that wasn’t part of the files you sent me. Someone had inserted it into the archive.”
She took a breath.
“I thought it was a mistake. Then I saw the signatures.”
Liam looked at me.
I could not move.
Claire continued.
“Maya, the Northline payments aren’t the thing you should be worried about.”
Another pause.
Then the words that left me staring into the gray light of morning.
“Before they locked me out, I copied the document.”
Her voice trembled.
“It’s a trust amendment, dated two months before your father died.”
I felt the room tilt.
“And Maya…”
Claire swallowed.
“Your father’s signature is on it.”
The message ended.
For several seconds, neither Liam nor I spoke.
Then I looked at my brother.
Two months before Dad died, he could barely hold a cup without help.
He had signed no business documents without me or Liam in the room.
At least, that was what I had always believed.
Liam reached for the phone.
But I was already replaying Claire’s final words in my mind.
A trust amendment.
My father’s signature.
Hidden inside Apex’s records.
And suddenly, the question was no longer only what Ethan had been trying to hide.
It was who had begun changing my family’s financial history before I ever married him.
