Chapter 2 - THE SIGNATURE SHE NEVER GAVE
“Thirty days of isolation, Vanessa.”
Luca’s voice was barely a whisper, but it echoed like a gunshot in the silent dining room.
Vanessa’s hands gripped the edge of the mahogany table. Her perfect red nails dug into the wood.
“It’s standard protocol,” she said, her voice trembling. “The facility requires an adjustment period. It helps the residents settle in without family interference.”
“Interference?” Luca took a step toward her. “She is my mother. Since when is my presence in her life interference?”
Vanessa looked desperately at her father, Arthur Bellini, who was sitting at the head of the table. He didn't meet her eyes. He simply swirled the wine in his glass.
“Luca, please,” Vanessa pleaded, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “You’re embarrassing us in front of the guests.”
“You embarrassed my mother,” Luca replied. “You made her perform like a circus animal just to earn the right to sleep in her own bed.”
I stood perfectly still, my hand still resting on the back of Teresa’s chair. The old woman was weeping quietly, her shoulders shaking beneath her thin cashmere shawl.
“She needs specialized care!” Vanessa suddenly shouted, losing her composure. “She’s forgetting things, Luca! She’s a danger to herself!”
“She forgot nothing,” I spoke up.
Every head in the room turned toward me. My heart hammered in my chest, but I couldn't stop.
“Mrs. Moretti hasn't forgotten anything,” I said, looking directly at Vanessa. “In fact, she remembered exactly how to polish the silver, how to fold the napkins the way your caterers like them, and how to stay out of your way.”
Vanessa’s eyes flashed with venom. “You are a maid. Keep your mouth shut.”
“She will speak,” Luca said sharply. He turned to me. “Hannah, what else?”
I swallowed hard. “For the last two weeks, Mrs. Moretti has been perfectly lucid. The only time she gets confused or her hands shake is right after she takes her new afternoon medication.”
The room went dead silent.
Luca looked at his mother. “Mom? What new medication?”
Teresa wiped her eyes with her napkin. “The vitamins, sweetheart. The ones Vanessa’s doctor prescribed for my joints.”
Luca slowly turned back to his fiancée. “You brought a doctor to my house? Without telling me?”
“He’s a specialist,” Vanessa stammered. “My father recommended him. We were just trying to help.”
Arthur Bellini finally cleared his throat and stood up. He smoothed the front of his tailored suit.
“Luca, my boy,” Arthur said smoothly. “Let’s not make a tragedy out of a misunderstanding. Vanessa was simply executing the medical power of attorney.”
Luca froze. “The what?”
Arthur reached into the breast pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a folded piece of heavy cream paper.
“Teresa signed it on Tuesday,” Arthur said calmly, placing the document on the table. “She gave Vanessa full medical and financial proxy. It was her own choice.”
Luca picked up the paper. His eyes scanned the legal text.
I looked down at Teresa. The old woman’s face was completely drained of color.
“Mom,” Luca said quietly. “Did you sign this?”
Teresa looked at the paper. “I… I signed a delivery receipt. Vanessa said it was for the wedding invitations.”
“It’s notarized,” Arthur pointed out, tapping the bottom of the page. “By a state-appointed official. It is ironclad, Luca.”
Luca stared at the signature. It was undeniably his mother’s delicate, looping cursive.
“Answer One, Open Two,” the realization hit me. They hadn't just been trying to get rid of Teresa. They had legally taken control of her.
Luca crumpled the document in his fist. “My lawyer will have this shredded by morning.”
“Actually, he won't,” a new voice said.
It was Mr. Whitmore. He stood up from his chair, looking deeply troubled.
“Mr. Moretti,” Whitmore said carefully. “If that document is active, it means the secondary clause has already been triggered.”
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Luca turned to him. “What clause?”
Whitmore took a deep breath. “The one that transfers the deed of this house to Arthur Bellini.”
