“That document doesn’t count,” Ryan said quickly. “She wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“She was perfectly lucid,” Ms. Parker replied. “Everything is now in a trust for Ethan. And neither of you is allowed near him if anything happens to her.”

That’s when I understood.

They didn’t just want the money.

They wanted my son.

To control him.

To disappear him.

Claire’s voice turned sharp.

“This is getting out of control.”

She stepped closer again.

“Maybe we should’ve made sure she never woke up.”

Something cold entered the room.

Metal.

“Enough,” she said.

“Put it down,” Ms. Parker warned.

Then Ethan spoke.

“Aunt Claire… you said that before.”

Silence shattered.

“What?” Ryan demanded.

“I heard you,” Ethan said. “You said Mom wouldn’t sign. And Aunt Claire said one curve would fix everything.”

Claire cursed.

“Be quiet.”

But Ethan didn’t stop.

“You said you’d tell everyone she was tired… then take me away.”

Ryan stepped toward him.

“Come here.”

“Don’t touch him,” Ms. Parker said.

I tried to move.

To scream.

To protect him.

But all I could do—

was move my hand.

This time—more than a finger.

Ethan felt it.

Claire saw it.

And smiled.

“Look at that… she’s waking up.”

She locked the door.

And as Ryan grabbed Ethan—

a voice shouted outside:

“Police! Open the door!”

But Claire was already too close…

“Let him go,” Ms. Parker said.

Claire tightened her grip.

“No one takes what’s mine.”

The door shook.

“Police!”

Ryan went pale.

“Claire—stop.”