Chapter 15 - THE OFFER
Patricia requested a meeting through her attorney.
Ava asked what she wanted.
The answer arrived in writing.
She wanted peace.
I almost rejected the meeting immediately.
Then her attorney added that Patricia intended to propose a financial settlement concerning “all disputed family matters.”
Ava raised an eyebrow.
“That sounds like money for silence.”
“Is that legal?”
“Depends on what exactly she's asking you to do.”
We agreed to hear the proposal.
Patricia arrived wearing cream wool and pearls.
She looked exactly like the woman who had once entered my apartment and criticized the way I folded napkins.
Controlled.
Elegant.
Certain that presentation could erase behavior.
Her attorney sat beside her.
Ava sat beside me.
Patricia placed a folder on the table.
I almost laughed at the symbolism.
She spoke first.
“This has become destructive for everyone.”
“For everyone?”
Her attorney quietly said, “Patricia.”
She ignored him.
“Daniel's business is gone.”
I said nothing.
“He may lose his career.”
Still nothing.
“The family has stopped speaking to one another.”
I waited.
Then she finally looked at the scar near my hairline.
“And you were injured.”
There it was.
Last.
I leaned back.
“What are you offering?”
Her attorney opened the folder.
Patricia was prepared to pay a substantial amount in exchange for resolving any civil claims I might make against her.
That part was ordinary.
Then came the condition.
She wanted me to provide prosecutors with a statement saying I did not believe she intended for Daniel to harm me.
I looked at Ava.
Then back at Patricia.
“Did you intend for him to harm me?”
“No.”
“Did you intend to frighten me?”
Patricia's lips tightened.
“We intended to make you understand your obligations.”
“What obligations?”
“To your husband.”
“My apartment was not an obligation.”
“You were married.”
“You keep saying that like marriage transferred my deed.”
Patricia's attorney shifted uncomfortably.
I continued.
“You brought twenty people into my home to pressure me.”
“We came for dinner.”
“Your own relatives have admitted the plan.”
Her eyes hardened.
“You've turned them against us.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“You did that.”
I pushed the folder back.
“I don't want your money.”
Patricia looked genuinely shocked.
“You haven't even heard the amount.”
“I don't care.”
“Everyone cares about money.”
I almost smiled.
“That assumption is why you're here.”
Her expression changed.
For years, Patricia had believed money explained every decision.
Daniel wanted my property because he needed money.
She wanted my property because she had lost money.
She now believed money could buy my cooperation.
It couldn't.
I stood.
“This meeting is over.”
Patricia stood too.
“You think you're winning?”
Ava immediately stepped between the conversation and anything more dangerous.
I answered anyway.
“I stopped treating this like a game the night your son hit me.”
Patricia's face flushed.
“You'll regret tearing apart this family.”
I looked directly at her.
“Your family watched me bleed.”
Then I said the sentence she had never expected.
“I don't want back into it.”
I walked out.
Later that afternoon, Patricia's attorney contacted prosecutors.
Not to make peace.
To explore cooperation.
Daniel had begun blaming her publicly.
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She was finally considering blaming him back.
The alliance that had once filled twenty chairs around my dining table was almost completely gone.
