Chapter 7 - A FADED PHOTOGRAPH IN THE HOSPITAL CHAPEL
The hospital air suddenly felt suffocating.
“What do you mean she wasn’t alone?” I asked, my voice barely audible over the hum of the stairwell lights.
Daniel touched the torn edge of the photo. “The police report said Claire was alone when the car went off the bridge. But this picture… someone took this from the passenger seat. While she was driving.”
Vanessa let out a wet, choked laugh from the floor.
“Tell her, Daniel,” she sneered, looking up through tear-streaked mascara. “Tell the nanny the great Mercer family secret. Tell her why you really let the board push you into marrying me.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened. He looked at Vanessa with absolute disgust, then turned back to me.
“Claire was leaving me,” he said quietly.
The words hit me like a physical blow. “What?”
“The night she died,” Daniel continued, his voice trembling. “She packed a bag. She took Ivy, who was only five at the time. She was driving to Boston to start a new life. I thought she was running away from me because I worked too much. Because I was never home.”
He looked down at the orange pill bottle in his hand.
“But she wasn’t running from me. She was running from her.” He pointed at Vanessa.
Vanessa stood up, wiping her face. “Claire owed my father money, Raina. Before she met Daniel, she was a mess. She borrowed heavily from my family. When she married Daniel, my father used it as leverage. He blackmailed her.”
“And when Claire finally had enough and tried to run,” Daniel said, his voice turning to steel, “you went after her. You were in the car that night, Vanessa. You took this photo to prove to your father you had found her.”
Vanessa shrank back against the concrete wall. “I survived the crash. I swam out. I didn’t try to hurt her! But I took her bracelet… to prove she was gone. So my father would forgive the debt.”
It was monstrous. She had let Claire drown and walked away.
“Where is Ivy?” Daniel asked suddenly, panic flashing in his eyes.
My heart stopped.
I pushed past them both and ran out of the stairwell, sprinting back into the waiting room.
The chairs were empty.
The little blanket I had draped over Ivy was lying on the floor.
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Ivy was gone.
And resting on the chair where she had been sleeping was the heavy silver bracelet.
