Chapter 8: The Daughter My Family Tried to Hide
I should have blocked Daniel.
A normal person would have.
A normal person would have thrown the phone away and walked away from the nightmare.
But I had spent my entire life believing that avoiding the truth only made it stronger.
So I opened the message.
There was an attachment.
A photograph.
My hands went cold.
It was Rachel.
Years ago.
Standing beside a hospital bed.
A man lay unconscious beneath the white sheets.
Thomas Reed.
But that wasn't what shocked me.
It was the person standing beside Rachel.
My mother.
I zoomed in.
My father was there too.
My entire family.
They all knew.
Not just Rachel.
Not just Marcus.
Everyone.
I couldn't breathe.
Marcus saw my face.
“What happened?””
I handed him the phone.
His expression changed.
“They knew.””
I nodded.
“My whole family knew.””
The betrayal felt endless.
Like every door I opened revealed another person hiding behind it.
The next morning, I went to my parents' house.
I didn't tell Marcus to come.
I needed to do this alone.
My mother opened the door.
The second she saw my face, she knew.
She didn't ask why I was there.
She just stepped back.
“Claire…”
“Don't.””
My voice stopped her.
“Just don't.””
My father appeared behind her.
“What happened?””
I held up my phone.
“Explain this.””
The silence answered before they did.
My mother sat down.
My father stayed standing.
“We were trying to protect Rachel.””
I laughed.
Everyone had the same excuse.
Protection.
A word people used when they wanted to hide their choices.
“You protected her from consequences.””
My father looked hurt.
“We thought she would confess.””
“But she didn't.””
“No.””
“And you let me build my entire life on a lie.””
My mother started crying.
“We were scared.””
I stared at her.
“Do you know what I was scared of?””
She looked up.
“When my baby stopped moving, I thought she was gone.””
My voice broke.
“I thought I lost my daughter because my sister wanted revenge.””
My parents looked destroyed.
Good.
For the first time, I wanted them to understand the pain they had ignored.
“What happened that night?”” I asked.
My father sat down slowly.
“Rachel was seventeen. She was driving your grandfather's car without permission.””
“She hit Thomas.””
“Yes.””
“And Marcus?””
“He arrived afterward.””
I shook my head.
“So why did everyone act like Marcus was involved?””
My mother answered quietly.
“Because Daniel found out.””
My eyes narrowed.
“Daniel?””
“He threatened Rachel.””
I felt a chill.
“He said if she didn't ruin Marcus's life, he would expose everything.””
Everything connected.
Daniel had not created the secret.
He had discovered it.
Then he turned it into a weapon.
Against everyone.
My sister.
My husband.
Me.
“Why didn't anyone tell me?””
Nobody answered.
Because there was no good answer.
My father finally said:
“Because we were afraid you would hate us.””
I looked at them.
“You were right.””
The words hurt me too.
Because despite everything, they were still my parents.
But love doesn't erase betrayal.
Sometimes it makes betrayal hurt more.
When I got home, Marcus was waiting.
He looked worried.
“Are you okay?””
“No.””
I sat down.
“My parents knew.””
He closed his eyes.
“I figured.””
That hurt.
“You knew?””
“No.””
“Then why?””
“Because Daniel said something similar.””
I stared at him.
“How much does he know?””
Marcus didn't answer.
That was when I knew.
There was more.
“Marcus.””
He sat beside me.
“There is one thing I never told you.””
I felt exhausted.
“Of course there is.””
His eyes filled with pain.
“The night of the accident…”
He paused.
“I saw Daniel.””
I froze.
“What?””
“He was there.””
My heartbeat increased.
“Why?””
“I don't know.””
“Marcus.””
He grabbed my hand.
“I swear.””
I pulled away.
“I can't keep hearing that.””
He looked broken.
“You're right.””
The next words changed everything.
“I think Daniel planned this years ago.””
I stared at him.
“What?””
“He didn't suddenly appear after the cookout.””
Marcus looked at the floor.
“He has been waiting.””
A cold feeling spread through me.
“Waiting for what?””
“For the right moment.””
I thought about the attack.
The video.
The messages.
The secrets.
My pregnancy.
The baby.
Suddenly, I understood.
Daniel didn't choose the cookout randomly.
He chose it because everyone would be there.
Everyone who knew.
Everyone who could be destroyed.
Then Marcus's phone rang.
Detective Harris.
He answered.
A few seconds later, his face changed.
“What?””
I watched him listen.
Then he looked at me.
“Claire…”
“What?””
His voice was barely above a whisper.
“Daniel wasn't working alone.””
My stomach dropped.
“Who else?””
Marcus ended the call.
Then he said the one name I never expected.
“Rachel.””
I stared at him.
“No.””
“She admitted it.””
I shook my head.
“No.””
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Because I wanted to believe there was still some part of my sister that loved me.
But maybe that was the last lie I had been telling myself.
