Chapter 5: The Daughter I Never Knew About
For several seconds, I couldn't speak.
The little motorboat was still hovering beside us.
The man on its loudspeaker had stopped shouting, but that somehow made the situation worse.
I looked at Vanessa.
"Whose father is he?""
She shook her head.
"Daniel, please.""
"Whose father?""
Lily lifted her face from my shoulder.
"Mommy said my real daddy might come someday.""
The world seemed to tilt.
I looked down at my daughter.
"Sweetheart, what did you say?""
She began crying.
"She said there was a secret.""
Vanessa covered her face.
I couldn't make sense of anything.
Lily was eight years old.
I had held her through fevers, taught her to ride a bicycle, stayed awake beside her hospital bed when she had pneumonia, and watched her lose her first tooth.
I had been there for every birthday.
Every Christmas morning.
Every scraped knee.
Every nightmare.
I was her father.
Or so I believed.
I turned toward Vanessa.
"Tell me this is not what I think it is.""
She was crying so hard that she could barely breathe.
"Daniel, you're her father in every way that matters.""
"That isn't what I asked.""
She looked toward the window.
The motorboat's loudspeaker crackled again.
"Daniel! We need to talk!""
I stepped toward the microphone.
"Identify yourself!""
A short laugh came through.
"You already know who I am.""
I looked at Vanessa.
She was shaking her head.
The stranger spoke again.
"Ask your wife about the little girl she gave birth to before Lily.""
My mouth went dry.
Before Lily?
Vanessa and I had been married for twelve years.
Lily was eight.
There had been another pregnancy.
Another daughter.
I remembered it.
I remembered the hospital corridor, the pale walls, the smell of disinfectant, and Vanessa crying into my shirt.
Our first baby had been born prematurely.
She had died, according to the doctors.
Vanessa told me the hospital had handled the arrangements because the child had been too fragile to survive.
I had never seen her.
I had spent months grieving a daughter I never held.
Her name had been Grace.
I looked at Vanessa.
"What does he know about Grace?""
She closed her eyes.
"Everything.""
I felt sick.
"Everything about what?""
Vanessa reached into her handbag and pulled out a folded envelope.
It was old, yellowed at the edges, and had been opened several times.
She handed it to me.
"I should have told you years ago.""
I opened it.
Inside was a hospital document.
*BIRTH RECORD — FEMALE INFANT.*
The mother's name was Vanessa Carter.
The father's name was Daniel Carter.
The delivery date was eleven years earlier.
The baby's name was Grace.
Under the medical status section, someone had written:
Transferred for neonatal care.
I looked at the document again.
"Transferred?""
Vanessa nodded.
"She didn't die.""
The words seemed to echo around the bridge.
I gripped the paper.
"What?""
"Grace was alive.""
I stared at my wife.
"Don't do this.""
"Daniel...""
"Don't you dare tell me our daughter survived and let me believe she was dead for eleven years.""
Vanessa collapsed into the nearest chair.
"I was twenty-nine. Marcus had been handling everything because you were overseas. The doctors said she needed specialist care.""
"And?""
"He told me she had complications.""
"What complications?""
"He said she probably wouldn't survive.""
"Did you see her?""
Vanessa shook her head.
"No.""
"Why?""
"Marcus said she had been transferred.""
I slammed my hand against the console.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME?""
She flinched.
"He said you were in the middle of a major business deal. He said we had to wait for the specialist report.""
"And then?""
"Then he told me she had died.""
I looked at the birth record.
"Where is the death certificate?""
Vanessa didn't answer.
"Where is it?""
"I never saw one.""
I felt dizzy.
"You're telling me you never saw a death certificate, never saw a body, never received proper medical records, and you still believed she was dead?""
Tears ran down her cheeks.
"I was grieving. I was medicated. Marcus told me everything had been handled.""
I looked toward Richard.
He was standing motionless near the bridge entrance.
"Did you know?""
Richard shook his head.
"Daniel, I swear I didn't.""
The radio crackled again.
"Daniel, stop pretending you don't understand.""
I grabbed the microphone.
"Who are you?""
A man's voice answered.
"My name is Peter Lawson.""
I didn't recognize the name.
"I was the doctor who delivered your first daughter.""
Vanessa covered her mouth.
"You were told she died," Peter continued.
"That was a lie.""
My fingers tightened around the microphone.
"Where is she?""
A pause.
"She's alive.""
I swallowed.
"Where?""
"Not where you think.""
The transmission broke into static.
I slammed the microphone down.
Thomas looked at the approaching boat.
"They're moving again.""
The little vessel had begun circling our stern.
"Captain," I said, "can we use the tender?""
Thomas shook his head.
"Not safely in these conditions. And the tender's security cable has been cut.""
I turned toward Richard.
"Call the coast guard again.""
He moved toward the radio.
Vanessa grabbed my wrist.
"Daniel, listen to me.""
I pulled away.
"What?""
"Marcus has been keeping the records.""
"Of Grace?""
She nodded.
"He told me he had photographs. Letters. Everything.""
"Why?""
"Because he said he could use them if you ever stopped helping him.""
I stared at her.
"So this was blackmail?""
She nodded.
"At first, yes.""
"At first?""
Vanessa swallowed.
"He found Grace.""
I couldn't breathe.
"What?""
"Two months ago. He located her adoptive family.""
I stared at the envelope.
"She's adopted?""
Vanessa nodded.
"Marcus said she was placed with a family in Massachusetts. They changed her name.""
I sank into the chair.
Eleven years.
Eleven years of birthdays that I hadn't celebrated.
Eleven Christmas mornings when I hadn't bought her a present.
Eleven years of believing I had one daughter when I had two.
"What's her name now?""
Vanessa looked at the window.
"I don't know.""
"Did you ever speak to her?""
"No.""
"Did you see a photograph?""
She hesitated.
Then she nodded.
I held out my hand.
"Show me.""
Vanessa opened her handbag again.
She pulled out a small photograph.
A girl stood in front of a school building.
She had dark brown hair, green eyes, and a familiar dimple in her left cheek.
My breath caught.
I knew that dimple.
I had it.
Lily had it.
The girl in the photograph looked about eleven years old.
On the back was a handwritten note.
Grace Carter. Found April 2026.
Below it was another sentence.
She knows the truth now.
I stared at the photograph.
"Who wrote this?""
Vanessa whispered.
"Marcus.""
I looked at her.
"Why would he find our daughter?""
"Because her adoptive father is wealthy.""
I shook my head.
"What does that have to do with my company?""
Vanessa's expression changed.
"Her adoptive father owns a major investment firm. Marcus wanted him to invest in Carter Maritime Holdings.""
I studied her face.
"Was that the reason for the fake transfer document?""
"Yes.""
"Was Grace part of it?""
She nodded.
"Marcus wanted to bring her back into your life. He thought you would sign anything if he promised to reunite you with her.""
I looked at the photograph again.
The pieces were beginning to form a picture.
Marcus hadn't simply been trying to steal my business.
He had been holding my family hostage.
First, the secret of Grace.
Then the threat to Lily.
Then the forged transfer.
And when I refused to cooperate, he had arranged for my daughter to nearly fall into the ocean.
But there was something I still didn't understand.
"Why did he need the motorboat?""
Vanessa looked at the approaching vessel.
"Because Grace is on it.""
I turned toward the window.
The small boat had moved closer.
A figure was standing at the bow.
A young woman.
She looked no older than twenty.
For a moment, I thought Vanessa was mistaken.
Then the woman lifted a hand.
The loudspeaker crackled.
"Dad?""
My knees nearly gave way.
The woman stepped forward.
"My name is Grace.""
I gripped the console.
"Grace?""
She nodded.
Then she said something I would never forget.
"Please don't let Uncle Marcus take Lily. He's already done this once.""
Before I could answer, the motorboat accelerated.
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And a man behind her raised something metallic.
It was a gun.
