Fifteen minutes later, my phone started exploding.
My mother called first. I didn’t answer. Then my father. Then Emily. Then the messages came.
Claire, why would you disappear like that?
We were worried about you all these years.
Emily’s message stung the most: I always knew you would prove everyone wrong.
I sat at the kitchen island staring at the screen while Daniel read over my shoulder. “Do you want the truth,” he asked, “or do you want to see how far they’ll lie first?”
“The truth,” I said.
By that evening, I had it. Mercer Holdings had once evaluated a logistics company in Ohio. During due diligence, my father’s name came up. Robert Bennett was buried in debt. He had leveraged the house, lost money in reckless investments, and owed people who were now pressuring him. Emily’s husband had filed for divorce after an affair with her maid of honor went public. My mother had been telling people I was “living privately abroad,” leaving out the part where they had pushed me out.
They didn’t miss me.
They needed something from me.
