Chapter 7 - BEHIND THE VENT
Police searched the basement the next morning.
Inside the vent, they found a small metal box.
I expected photographs.
Maybe money.
Maybe documents.
Instead, it contained three old phones, a flash drive, and a stack of letters tied with a rubber band.
Every letter was addressed to Taylor.
Every letter had been written by her father.
Daniel Carter.
The man Taylor had been told abandoned her when she was fourteen.
According to Evelyn, Daniel left for another woman and never tried to contact his children again.
The letters told a different story.
Daniel had tried for years.
He apologized for leaving the marriage.
But he repeatedly begged Evelyn to let him see Taylor and Aaron.
He sent birthday cards.
Graduation messages.
Money.
Photographs.
Evelyn had hidden all of them.
Taylor sat in a private hospital conference room while an investigator placed copies on the table.
She read the first letter.
Then the second.
By the fourth, she was sobbing.
“He didn’t leave me.”
Aaron looked away.
“I told you.”
Taylor stared at him.
“You knew?”
“I found Dad when I was twenty-two.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I did.”
Aaron’s eyes moved toward the evidence box.
“You didn’t believe me.”
I suddenly understood the pattern.
Evelyn had done to Taylor exactly what she had later done to Lily.
Control the story.
Control the fear.
Control who the child believed loved them.
Taylor pressed both palms against the table.
“Is he alive?”
Aaron hesitated.
“Yes.”
She looked up sharply.
“Where?”
“Montana.”
“Does he know about Lily?”
“He knows you have a daughter.”
“He doesn’t know what happened.”
Taylor stared at the letters for nearly a minute.
Then she looked at me.
“I became her.”
I said nothing.
“I spent my whole life hating Mom for making me believe Dad didn’t want me.”
“And then I let her make Lily believe the same thing about you.”
There was no defense left.
Only truth.
Taylor lowered her head.
“I’m sorry.”
I wanted to forgive her.
Part of me even wanted to tell her everything would somehow be okay.
But forgiveness wasn’t the same as trust.
And Lily needed me to understand the difference.
My phone rang.
It was my attorney.
The emergency custody hearing had been scheduled for Monday morning.
Then he gave me the news that made my chest tighten again.
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Evelyn had retained one of the most aggressive family attorneys in Denver.
And her defense was already claiming Lily had climbed into the freezer herself.
