PART 2: That night, I didn’t cry in front of them. I locked myself inside my father’s study, turned on the old green desk lamp, and opened the safe Lorraine believed had been forgotten years ago. Inside was the document Hannah and I had prepared 6 months earlier: a notarized power of attorney naming me sole administrator of all her assets if she ever d!ed under suspicious circumstances.
Hannah didn’t trust my family.
Neither did I.
Before we married, Lorraine had tried to convince me to sign away the inheritance my grandfather had left me. Caleb wanted to sell the family vineyards to a foreign investment group. Hannah discovered they had been falsifying records and draining money from the business for years.
“Your mother isn’t afraid of losing you,” Hannah told me one night. “She’s afraid of losing control.”
Now I understood.
But far too late.
I called Dr. Caroline Reeves, Hannah’s friend and the director of the private hospital where she had supposedly d!ed.
“Nathan,” she whispered as soon as she answered, “I’ve been trying to reach you for hours.”
My bl00d ran cold.
“What really happened?”
Silence.
“Hannah didn’t arrive at the hospital alive. They brought her in without identification, without a fetal heartbeat, and your mother demanded an immediate cremation. I refused. They also tried to register the baby as stillborn without an autopsy.”
“The baby…?”
The doctor’s voice broke.
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