Bethany had been our nanny for the last handful of years.
My father's smirk was cruel and mocking. "You think Bethany cares about you? She gets paid to take care of you. Takethat money away, and she'll abandon you, too." He dragged out a pause, eyeing Lily as she continued to cry. "Don't worry. Your mother won't be gone forever. I'll make sure of that." He strode toward the door, then paused in the doorway. "I don't want you to tell anyone about your mother taking off." He exited the room, and Lily started hysterically crying.
Finn and I did our best to console her, but we were ten years old and didn't know what we were doing. Thankfully, we had Bethany, but my dad's words echoed in my head whenever I saw her, and I started questioning whether her kindness was genuine. Lily stopped speaking for a while. Finn began getting into fights in school. I tried to take care of them both, but I felt so lost. Noah helped out when he could. But even with his help, Finn ended up getting suspended, and Lily had to see the school therapist because she refused to speak.
And my father? He started getting really cagey, and his mental state became questionable. I once caught him rambling to himself in the late-night hours about maps and crowns and how he was going to find them. He also began to leave the house with a cloak draped over his arm. I thought it was weird since I was reading many books about wizards at the time, and they usually wore cloaks. My imagination ran wild and worsened when my father forced Lily, Finn, and me to stay in the main house for three days straight. We weren't even allowed to go outside. Then, when the three days were over, the madness stopped, and my mother returned. My father was with her when she entered the house, wheeling a suitcase behind her and looking as if she wanted to be anywhere else.
"Mommy!" Lily cried as she sprinted down the hallway toward the foyer where my mother stood.
At the time, I'd thought my mother looked exhausted and assumed that was why she barely hugged Lily. Looking back, I'm fairly positive her zombie-like state was from her being high.
"You know, when I think back, I don't think I realized that mom tried to run away from all of us, and dad tracked her down and dragged her back," Finn says. "She was never the same after that."
"I know," I agree. While my mom was never a super happy and upbeat person, she became the definition of walking depression after she returned. "But if she took off this time, why would she make it look like she was taken? It's not like she has to hide from Dad anymore."
"I don't know." Finn slows to a stop at a streetlight, the red glow reflecting in his eyes. "But I just feel like if Mom was taken, Dad had something to do with it. And that's what I told the detective."
I straighten in the seat. "You did?"
Finn lifts a shoulder. "I know he's our father, but he's not a good man. And he could gain a lot from Mom being gone, like no longer having to pay her alimony. Plus, he was pissed off about her getting the beach house and resort home in the divorce…" He contemplates something. "Also, Dad has some side businesses that aren't exactly legal, and if Mom knows about those, she could be seen as a liability."
"Wait… What side business are you referring to?" I ask. "And how do I not know about this?"
Finn shrugs as the light turns green, and the tires squeal as he drives forward. "Because he made you the family heir, which left me with having to help him with his businesses. An they're bad. In fact, if he were in northside, he’d probably be called a pimp. Kind of, anyway. It’s a little different than that.
“I still don't understand how I don’t know about any of this?”
“You have your own issues, like marrying a woman you don't love. And Dad hasn’t even shown me everything about his business, but I swear, whatever he has his hand in, is bad. Like really fucking bad.”
I scrub my hand over my mouth as silence encases us. My mind is centered on my mother and how she could have taken off on her own. But would she really go to the extreme of staging her disappearance? The truth is, after what Finn just told me, she very well could have.
Finn and I barely speak for the rest of the drive. When we park in the carport, however, Finn turns to me, all serious and shit, which is so strange for him.
"I think you need to date Maddy," he says. When I open my mouth to argue, he holds his hand up. "I know what Mom said in the text, but at the same time, we don't even know what's actually going on with her or if she even sent that text. Plus, there's the society to worry about. And… you like Maddy. That means something."
I swallow the lump welling in my throat. "I know, but… I don't want to put her in danger."
"Talk to Maddy about it," he stresses as he shoves open the door. "It's just as much of her decision as it is yours."
He's right.
But Maddy won't want to continue dating me if it means risking her life. Why would she? We barely know each other. And yet, the idea of her dating my brother, even fake dating, causes pain to pierce the center of my heart like the goddamn bullet that grazed my side.
After I get out of the car, I text Maddy to see if she's arrived. She won't be able to enter the parking garage unless I let her.
Me: Have you gotten here yet?"
Maddy: Yeah, the driver just pulled up to the gate. How do I get in?
Me: I'll head down to let you in. Hold on.
I head in the opposite direction I was walking in.
"Where are you going?" Finn shouts, his voice echoing across the carport.
"To let Maddy in," I yell back, stuffing my phone into my pocket. "She's at the gate."
"Okay… Just be careful." Worry laces his tone.
