Chapter 10 - The Father Who Wasn't Dead
Grant Holloway had built his adult life around control. Schedules, contracts, security reports, quiet employees, predictable rooms. None of those things prepared him for the possibility that the people closest to him had been living inside entirely different versions of the same family.
A retired fertility doctor named Aaron Pike reveals Richard Holloway was infertile and that Charles Mercer was Grant’s biological father. For several terrifying minutes Grant believes Lydia may be his half-sister, until Pike explains Lydia was not Charles’s biological daughter; Evelyn conceived her during an affair.
Every adult in the story had used the word protection.
Lydia used it.
Teresa used it.
Richard had used it in old letters.
Charles used it when he meant control.
Grant became suspicious of the word itself.
“Maybe we need a replacement,” he told Nora.
“For protection?”
“Yes.”
She considered.
“Consent.”
He frowned. “Not exactly the same.”
“No. That’s why it’s better.”
He laughed despite himself.
Lydia secretly tested the relationship before marrying Grant and knew they were unrelated. Pike says Charles Mercer, officially dead for years, is also alive.
Grant forced himself to ask the question he was beginning to hate and depend on.
“What do we actually know?”
Nora looked at him for a long moment. “Not what we suspect?”
“No.”
“Not what would make the cleanest story?”
“No.”
“Then we know somebody is counting on us to choose a villain before we finish listening.”
Grant glanced away.
She added, “You already did that once.”
The memory of the slap moved through him like heat.
“I know.”
Nora did not comfort him. “Good. Remember it.”
That became one of the rules of the investigation. Evidence first. Pride last. Fear acknowledged but never allowed to drive alone.
Nora receives Benji’s toy dinosaur and a note directing her to Block Island. There she finds Benji alive.
There were ordinary moments between disasters, and Grant began to value them more than the dramatic ones. Eli wanted the green cup instead of the blue cup. Rosa made soup nobody ate until midnight. Tomas complained about a sprinkler valve while federal agents walked through the kitchen.
One evening Eli climbed into Grant’s lap and asked, “Daddy, are grown-ups scared?”
“Yes.”
“Even big ones?”
“Especially big ones sometimes.”
“What do they do?”
Grant thought of the pool.
“They’re supposed to slow down.”
Eli nodded as if this were obvious.
Grant wished it had been obvious to him sooner.
Lydia appears, exhausted and ringless, admitting she moved him to keep Evelyn from finding him. Then Charles Mercer walks into the room.
Nora refused to let anyone turn accountability into a performance.
“An explanation is not an eraser,” she said.
Grant looked at her. “You rehearsed that?”
“No.”
“Sounds rehearsed.”
“Maybe because I’ve had six years to think about people who say they hurt someone for a good reason.”
That sentence followed Grant through every new revelation. Lydia could have feared the Orchard and still endangered Eli. Teresa could have loved her daughters and still used them. Richard could have tried to dismantle a corrupt system and still left children carrying his secrets. Motive mattered. Consequence mattered too.
Grant sees his biological father for the first time. Charles thanks Lydia for bringing Grant exactly where he wanted him, revealing Lydia may have been manipulated again.
The media wanted simpler characters.
Hero maid.
Monster wife.
Clueless husband.
Crime dynasty.
Grant refused the categories because each new piece of evidence complicated them. He also refused to let complication become excuse.
His publicist once suggested saying Nora was “like family.”
Nora heard and laughed.
“I’m not like family. I’m an employee you hit.”
Grant winced.
“And a woman who saved my son.”
“Yes.”
“And apparently someone whose life intersects mine in ways neither of us understands.”
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“Better.”
He told the publicist there would be no sentimental statement.
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