Chapter 6: The Betrayal Behind the Door
I replayed the video three times before I accepted what I was hearing.
My brother’s voice.
My own brother.
Nathan.
For years, I had defended him.
When our mother died, I helped him pay his bills.
When he lost his job, I let him stay in my house for six months.
When he struggled after his divorce, I told him family was supposed to carry each other.
I never imagined that same person would help someone hurt my daughter.
The video showed only a few minutes.
Sarah was sitting at a restaurant table.
Nathan sat across from her.
Between them was a folder.
My father’s folder.
The same kind of documents I had found hidden in Sarah’s room.
Sarah leaned forward.
“Ethan is too emotional,” she said.
“He’ll react before he thinks.””
Nathan laughed.
“That’s why this works.””
My stomach turned.
Then Sarah placed papers on the table.
“Once the house is transferred, you get your share.””
Nathan nodded.
“How much?””
“Enough.””
The video ended there.
But it was enough.
More than enough.
I sat alone in the dark, staring at the screen.
I wanted to believe there was some explanation.
Some misunderstanding.
Anything.
Then my phone rang.
Nathan.
I stared at his name for almost a full minute.
Finally, I answered.
“Hey, Ethan,” he said casually.
That casual tone almost hurt more.
“Where are you?””
A pause.
“Why?””
“Just answer.””
He laughed lightly.
“What’s going on?””
I looked at the flash drive sitting on the table.
“Did you help Sarah?””
Silence.
A real silence.
The kind that confirms everything.
Then Nathan sighed.
“Ethan…”
My hands tightened.
“Did you?””
“Listen to me.””
“No.””
I stood.
“You listen to me.””
“Ethan—”
“You helped someone steal from my daughter.””
His voice changed.
“You don’t understand.””
“I understand enough.””
“No, you don’t.””
Nathan sounded frustrated.
“You think Sarah is the only problem?””
I froze.
“What does that mean?””
Another pause.
Then he said something I never expected.
“Dad was hiding things from you.””
I felt my anger shift.
“What things?””
“I can’t explain over the phone.””
“Then come here.””
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.””
“Why?””
Because deep down, I already knew.
Nathan wasn’t afraid of me.
He was afraid of what I had found.
“Because Sarah knows you have the drive.””
My blood ran cold.
“How?””
Nathan didn’t answer.
“Nathan?””
The line went quiet.
Then he whispered:
“Because I told her.””
The call ended.
I stood there holding the phone.
My own brother had warned Sarah.
He had helped her.
And now he was scared.
But the question was why.
What did Nathan know that I didn’t?
The next morning, I went straight to Sarah’s room.
I searched everything.
Not because I wanted to.
Because I had to.
Inside an old suitcase, hidden beneath clothes, I found another envelope.
This one wasn’t from my father.
It was from Nathan.
My hands shook as I opened it.
The first line made my heart stop.
“Sarah, if Ethan finds out what really happened the night Dad died, we’re both finished.””
I read the sentence again.
Then again.
The night Dad died.
There was something they weren’t telling me.
Something bigger than money.
Something bigger than the house.
I kept reading.
The letter ended with one sentence:
“You promised nobody would ever know that I was the one who changed the medication.””
I dropped the paper.
My knees almost gave out.
Nathan didn’t just betray me.
He might have betrayed our father.
And then my phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number.
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One sentence.
“Stop digging, Ethan. Your daughter is next.””
