Chapter 5: The Man With My Daughter's File
Denise looked as though she had seen a ghost.
Marcus moved closer to me.
"Who's that?""
My mother shook her head.
"Don't open the door.""
The doorbell rang again.
Then came three sharp knocks.
"Mrs. Carter, I know you're inside.""
I stared at Denise.
"Who is he?""
She pressed her fingers against her forehead.
"His name is Richard Hale.""
"Who is Richard Hale?""
"An attorney.""
"Whose attorney?""
She didn't answer.
Marcus walked toward the entrance.
I grabbed his arm.
"Wait.""
He turned.
"Imani, we need to know who he is.""
The knocking became louder.
"Mrs. Carter, this is important.""
Denise finally spoke.
"He's the attorney who handled Amara's transfer.""
My heart stopped.
I looked toward the door.
The man who might know where my first daughter was standing only a few feet away.
"Open it," I said.
Denise shook her head.
"No.""
"Open the door.""
"Imani, you don't understand what you're getting into.""
I walked past her and unlocked it.
A tall man in his late fifties stood outside.
His silver hair was neatly combed, and his dark suit looked expensive.
He glanced at Marcus.
Then at me.
"Mrs. Carter?""
"Which one?""
He hesitated.
"Imani Carter?""
"Yes.""
His expression changed.
"I was hoping to speak with your mother.""
I stepped aside.
"You're going to speak with both of us.""
He entered and closed the door.
Denise immediately approached him.
"Richard, you shouldn't be here.""
He placed the leather folder on the coffee table.
"I received a call this afternoon.""
"From whom?""
"An individual who claims to have access to the original security footage.""
My stomach tightened.
"Did someone send you the pool footage?""
He looked at me.
"Yes.""
"Then you've seen what happened to my daughter?""
He nodded.
"I'm sorry.""
I pointed toward the folder.
"What's in there?""
Richard removed a stack of documents.
"Records relating to the birth and subsequent placement of a child registered as Amara Denise Carter.""
My hands began shaking.
"Is she alive?""
He looked uncomfortable.
"The records indicate that she was transferred to a private residential care program shortly after birth.""
"That's not what I asked.""
He lowered his eyes.
"I have reason to believe she is alive.""
A sound escaped my throat.
It wasn't quite a sob.
It was something deeper.
Something that had been trapped inside me for seven years.
"Where is she?""
Richard opened the folder.
"Before I tell you that, I need to explain the legal circumstances.""
I slammed my hand against the table.
"She is my daughter. I don't care about your legal circumstances!""
"Imani," Marcus said quietly.
I turned toward him.
"Don't tell me to calm down.""
Richard removed a photograph.
It showed a hospital nursery.
Several newborn babies were lying in small transparent bassinets.
He pointed to one.
"This is the original admission photograph.""
I stared.
A tiny baby with dark hair.
A small white blanket.
And a hospital bracelet.
My eyes filled with tears.
"That's her?""
Richard nodded.
"According to the medical records, yes.""
I touched the photograph.
"Why did my mother say she died?""
Richard glanced at Denise.
"Because the original placement was never disclosed to you.""
"Why?""
He hesitated.
Then he said something that made my stomach turn.
"Your mother signed the consent forms.""
I slowly looked at Denise.
"Without me?""
Richard nodded.
"She claimed to be acting under a temporary medical authorization.""
"That isn't possible.""
"Your mother presented documents stating that you were unable to make decisions at the time.""
I turned toward Denise.
"You forged my signature?""
My mother remained silent.
Richard continued.
"However, there was a complication. The receiving institution was not the one originally listed on the paperwork.""
I frowned.
"What does that mean?""
"Amara was transferred again.""
"To where?""
He took another document from the folder.
It contained a name and address.
A private residential property outside Savannah.
I looked at the paper.
"Why would a baby be sent to a residential property?""
Richard closed the folder.
"That's what I have been trying to establish.""
Marcus stepped forward.
"Are you telling us this child was placed with another family?""
Richard nodded.
"Initially, yes.""
"Who?""
Richard hesitated.
Then he looked directly at Denise.
"Your mother knows.""
I turned.
"Mom?""
Denise sat down.
For the first time, she looked genuinely old.
Not powerful.
Not intimidating.
Just a frightened sixty-year-old woman who had finally run out of excuses.
"Tell me who raised my daughter," I said.
She stared at the floor.
"Her name was Evelyn.""
"Who is Evelyn?""
"A woman I knew.""
"How did she get my baby?""
Denise rubbed her hands together.
"She couldn't have children.""
I felt my stomach twist.
"So you gave her mine?""
"It wasn't like that.""
"Then what was it like?""
Denise raised her eyes.
"She offered to take care of Amara while you recovered.""
"Recovered from what?""
"You were grieving. You were struggling. You weren't sleeping.""
"That doesn't give you the right to steal my child!""
"I didn't steal her!""
Richard quietly interrupted.
"Mrs. Carter, perhaps you should tell her about the payments.""
My mother went completely still.
I turned toward him.
"What payments?""
Richard removed a bank statement.
"There were several transfers made to your mother's account over a period of eighteen months.""
I looked at Denise.
"How much?""
She didn't answer.
Richard did.
"Approximately two hundred and eighty thousand dollars.""
The room seemed to disappear.
I stared at my mother.
"Did you take money for my daughter?""
She began crying.
"I needed to make sure she was cared for.""
"You were paid?""
"It wasn't payment!""
"Then what was it?""
Denise wiped her cheeks.
"Evelyn had resources. She wanted to provide for the child.""
I shook my head.
"You're describing a sale.""
My mother suddenly stood.
"Don't you dare call me a monster!""
I stepped toward her.
"What would you call someone who takes a newborn from her mother and accepts money in exchange?""
Denise slapped the table.
"I WAS TRYING TO SAVE YOUR LIFE!""
Her scream echoed through the room.
Marcus moved closer.
Richard remained silent.
I stared at my mother.
"From what?""
She looked at me.
And then she said:
"From the truth about your father.""
I froze.
"My father?""
Denise nodded slowly.
"Your father knew about the pregnancy.""
I felt confused.
"My father died when I was twelve.""
"Yes.""
"What does he have to do with Amara?""
My mother looked at the photograph.
"Your father had another family.""
I stared at her.
"What?""
"He had a son from a previous relationship. A son who was supposed to inherit everything.""
Marcus looked at me.
"Denise, what are you saying?""
My mother continued.
"Your father left behind a trust. A substantial one. When you became pregnant, there were questions about who would inherit his estate.""
I shook my head.
"I thought everything went to you.""
"Most of it did.""
"And the rest?""
Denise looked at Richard.
He answered.
"Your father established a separate trust for his biological grandchildren.""
I stared at him.
"Both of my daughters?""
He nodded.
"Under the terms of the original agreement, yes.""
My heart began pounding.
"Then why did you hide Amara?""
Denise's lips trembled.
"Because Evelyn's family had connections. They wanted the inheritance. They offered me money to keep the child away from the estate.""
I took a step backward.
"You knew?""
She cried harder.
"I didn't know what else to do.""
"How much did they offer?""
Richard opened another document.
"One million dollars.""
I nearly collapsed.
My mother had accepted money to separate me from my newborn daughter.
And apparently, the money was connected to an inheritance.
But there was something else.
Something that didn't make sense.
I looked at Richard.
"If the trust was for my biological grandchildren, why would hiding Amara matter?""
He took a deep breath.
"Because the trust contains a condition.""
"What condition?""
"Any child born to you must be registered with the trust administrator within thirty days of birth. Failure to disclose a child can trigger a legal investigation and suspend certain distributions.""
I looked at Denise.
"You were trying to hide her from the trust?""
My mother nodded.
"And from whom?""
She looked toward Marcus.
For the first time, I noticed how carefully she was watching him.
Then she whispered:
"Your husband.""
I turned toward Marcus.
He looked stunned.
"Me?""
Denise nodded.
"Marcus knew about the inheritance.""
Marcus shook his head.
"That's a lie.""
Richard looked uncomfortable.
"Mr. Carter, your name appears in correspondence relating to the trust.""
I stared at my husband.
"What correspondence?""
He opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
"Imani, I can explain.""
I felt my chest tighten.
"Explain what?""
Marcus looked at Richard.
Then at Denise.
Finally, he looked at me.
"I was contacted by the trust administrator six months ago.""
"Why?""
"Because the inheritance was being reviewed.""
"And?""
He swallowed.
"They asked whether I knew of any other children.""
I stared at him.
"Did you?""
"No.""
"Then why didn't you tell me?""
"I didn't want to bring up your miscarriage.""
I looked away.
Another person had decided I couldn't handle the truth.
Another person had chosen silence over honesty.
I walked toward the window.
Outside, the black SUV was still parked near the gate.
The driver was standing beside it.
Then I noticed something.
A little girl was sitting in the back seat.
Dark curly hair.
A silver necklace.
I rushed toward the glass.
"That's her.""
Marcus followed.
"Imani?""
I pointed.
"That's the girl from the photograph.""
The child looked toward the mansion.
For a moment, our eyes met through the window.
Then a woman approached the vehicle.
She opened the back door.
And the little girl reached for her hand.
Richard looked toward the driveway.
His face changed.
"Oh, no.""
I turned.
"What?""
He lowered his voice.
"That's Evelyn.""
I looked at the woman.
Then at the little girl.
My daughter was standing outside my mother's house.
Alive.
So close I could almost touch her.
I ran toward the front door.
But Richard grabbed my arm.
"Don't!""
I turned furiously.
"Let go of me!""
"You cannot approach that child without understanding the custody arrangements.""
"That's MY DAUGHTER!""
The woman outside looked up.
She saw me standing in the doorway.
Her expression changed.
She immediately pulled the child behind her.
Then she shouted something I would never forget.
"YOU PROMISED SHE WOULD NEVER FIND OUT!""
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And my mother whispered behind me:
"Imani, there's another reason Evelyn kept her.""
